I had this really wacky dream early this morning. I dreamt I was a time-travelling, Kung Fu-fighting secret agent – sort of a three-way cross between Marty McFly, Bruce Lee, and James Bond.

The dream was going really good – I foiled a demon’s attempt to re-convert me to Armstrongism, and I was kicking all sorts of malign ass – when the real-life bickering between my parents woke me up.

Just gotta love my parents. When they’re not sabotaging my life, they’re sabotaging my dreams.