I’ve just realised that last night there was a sign of the upcoming Apocalypse, and I missed it. Arses.

The sign was this : It’s August, and I had a dream about the Festering Season.

Not, thank the Deities, a good dream. Instead it was a dream about Festering Tat being in the stores way too early (again) and me going rather ballistic at the shop-owners/managers who had allowed it to happen.

Very very fucking weird, and I’ve no idea what on earth it’s meant to be about, or what it says about my subconscious.

That is all.