I had a dream last night

I dreamed that Philip Glenister was a cop (well, of course) - he started out as an OC, but as the dream went on, he became a lot more Gene. John Simm, meanwhile, was a jockey (which is silly, because he'd need to be several inches shorter, but hey), and there was this crazy plot in which someone was trying to stop Red Rum from winning the 1973 Grand National. It was all an insane mishmash of horses and shotguns and almost-Gene and Sam-the-jockey getting all slashy, in a whacky crossover somewhere between Life on Mars and a Dick Francis novel (not that I've ever read a Dick Francis novel). Sometimes my brain can be so much fun :-)