@pikey wrote:
I dreamed I stood part of a great writhing mass of the scared and credulous. Before us lay a great marble staircase pulsing blue in the moonlight. A prophet stood on the stairs and told us he too was afraid. We were right to be afraid. He saw a time of death and darkness upon us.
It was our own fault. We deserved it. We were ignoble wretches and we had brought down our doom upon ourselves. The rifles of chaos took us.
But I had taken some of the Camembert off the cheeseboard with the after supper brandies before retiring. And been listening to Queen.
:D :D :D
Still laughing