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).