Coming back from London yesterday, Burton Dasset shared with them that it was Chinese New Year. Burton has this habit of wandering round Soho - he says he's looking for the plaque in Poland Street commemorating the foundation of the druids. But I reckon he's revisiting the former haunts of his youth, as all the old strip clubs are turned into new executive housing developments.
So anyway. The Moon Gibbon people are curious. Which year is it, they ask, all innocent.
|"Gibbon" by JackieLangford|
Now, don't get me wrong. I've argued with them.
In particular I've pointed out that gibbons aren't actually monkeys. Being tail-less, they are apes. But the Gibbon Moon Folk tell me that, when a giant supernatural gibbon is raising up an army of the mighty fighting Urukh-Clangers to invade the earth, confident that this is the specified year, the last thing you're going to do is check if it has a tail.
So the Gibbon Moon Folk have declared a Year of Blood and Darkness, and retired to their yurt to gibber.
I'll be glad when 2016 is over. It's not turning out as funky as we were all hoping on December 31st.