Now, I’m no gullible new-age numpty, but I can safely say that I had a prophetic dream last night. Most of the details of the dream escape me; it was all in black and white, which is rare for me, and snatched between the hollers drifting up from the sub-humans who live below us. The only scene I can remember—and I remember it as vividly as if it had happened to me in my wakefulness, just a moment ago—is that of: me realising there was a new Private Eye on sale. And there will be, on Thursday.
Well, I thought, as I looked at the cover of brightybot’s edition this morning and noticed that its last date of relevance would be tomorrow, there’s one for the skeptics to ponder over. I’m a new man, I can tell you.