I nat drømte jeg nemlig også, at jeg var på Lido i Paris, hvor jeg spiste middag med en smuk kvinde - min drømmekvinde - og mens jeg så Bluebells danse, fik jeg øje på to underligt behårede ben - som tilhørte Christian Ulrik von Boetticher - og de var så behårede, at det gav et sæt i mig, hvorefter jeg blev klar over, at jeg blev skygget af en betjent, som min kone havde givet til opgave at undersøge, om jeg befandt mig her i Europa-Parlamentet eller på Lido i Paris for at se et show med Folies Bergères eller Bluebells.
Still last night, I dreamt that I was in Paris at the Lido, having dinner with a beautiful women, the woman of my dreams, and while I was watching the Bluebells dance, I saw two strangely hairy legs waving about: they were so hairy - they belonged to Mr von Boetticher - that I had quite a shock and I realised that he was a policeman following me, hired by my wife to find out whether I was here at the European Parliament or in Paris at the Lido watching the Folies Bergères or the Bluebells dance.