I did want to do a massive post about Jeremy Clarkson and cultural marxism (even back in April, I would have called anybody who used that phrase a tinfoil hatter. But I’ve been comprehensively “woken up” since then), but could never be arsed to write it. So here’s a copy and pasted post from Facebook.
Oh yeah, the other night I had this bonkers dream, where a colour-changing dragon attacked “London” (it looked more like Osaka, crossed with Prague, crossed with that town in Poland/Ukraine where the BBC team were based in the European cup). Fortunately, this was in the combined Marvel, DC and MGM universes, so they had a load of heroes to fight it (actually, I think one of the My Little Pony’s was in it too). They all had to get some item roughly corresponding to their outfit colour, and I was James Bond (in a white suit), so had to get some white item. Many of the items were just chocolate bars XD. Anyway, having been given my orders directly by Tony Blair in Parliament (which is not exactly secret), I set off to find a milky bar, or whatever, but ended up creeping around some dark room.