In my alcohol sodden dreams last night (a state aided and abetted by fenland, tehblahhh, theauldhoose, beer, Addlebrains, and my ex-bottle of Blackwoods), aliens used the Samhuinn procession as a landing site and started killing performers. Fortunately, they were vulnerable to fire, and I had my torchies on my side.
That is one of the most surreal Counterstrike-esque dreams I have ever had.
Last night also produced both a title and a character: "Artemis Hemmingway and the Science-Zombies of JCMB!" Soon to be followed by "Artemis Hemmingway and the Lost Booze of Atlantis!" I tell you, AH titles practically write themselves. Give it a go yourself, I want more situations in which to thrust this cross of Doc Savage and Withnail. It'll distract me.