Plain bananas

Last night, I dreamt of mon­keys. More mon­keys than it’s prob­ably wise to dream about in the space of one short period of dis­turbed sleep, frankly. Some of the mon­keys were friendly, but oth­ers were behav­ing rather oddly. I’m cer­tain that there must be some great sig­ni­fic­ance in all this. Sadly, I am cur­rently unable to identify this hid­den mean­ing. This morn­ing, a friend was archiv­ing some old emails and dis­covered a nes­sage I sent in June last year — I con­fess that it was dur­ing one of my more sur­real moments. The email fea­tured the pic­ture you can cur­rently see on the left, plus a cap­tion that doesn’t bear repeat­ing because you had to be there to find it funny. The reappear­ance of this photo is surely not just a coin­cid­ence. (Dis­claimer: If you ori­gin­ally pub­lished this photo on your site and I sub­sequently stole it from you, I apo­lo­gise whole­heartedly. I decided it was entirely neces­sary to dis­play it here in an attempt to ana­lyse my strange dream and an even stranger coincidence).