It's Friday 13th.


ARRRRRRRRGHHH!!!!



A day for screaming in terror at the inevitable bad luck that will dog your waking hours from start to finish. Ladders will present themselves to walk under; black cats will run across your path; mirrors will shatter at the merest glance. Just as you think things are going alright, you'll find out you're wrong when you thought you were right. It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all.

The ancient superstition dates from the 20th Century (which some of you will remember) when people added up the bad luck of Jesus and his apostles numbering 13 altogether, along with Jesus himself suffering crucifixion on a Friday. Although technically this should be a good and celebrated day, as Christians believe it was the day we were liberated from the debt of sin.

So will you be rubbing your lucky rabbit's paw today? Or are you above all this nonsense? And what bad, or good, things have happened to you on a Friday 13th?

This probably won't post now. Or am I tempting fate?