A call to arms?

Don't let the flames die.

Yeah, that's what I thought. The Professor, again - pompous ass. 

After much ado about not very much at all, two weeks ago, he resurfaces with this. Writing about the Shard and all, and that the laser show was only a well-planned, badly-executed distraction from the Dilluminati, to lure all Londoners into their leeching ban.

I still don't buy into it. Into him, I mean, WHO says he's not one of them? Ay? (this is what Shakespeare would have added for a bit of dramaturgical effect. Doesn't really hit the spot on a blog, ay?) As much as I would like to believe that the Professor is genuinely interested in the well-being of London's population (the world's??), I cannot help but suspect him to work for the Enemy. Like that Dalek in that one episode of Dr. Who, where that one bloke thought he'd invented that one Dalek, but in reality that one bloke was constructed by the Daleks and was actually working for, like, the enemy, or whatever. That's, like, totally potentiable. 

However, I do believe that the Dilluminati are coming, and they're coming fast. I don't think they're using Boris Bikes - no, in order to beat the jams during the Games ('please use alternative methods of transport' - Fuck you very much TFL), I guess they go back to good old teleportation, or maybe de- and re-materialisation. Anyway, all the signs and signals throughout the city: pyramids, triangles, circles, dead animals, announce the biggest battle of all: Dilluminati - Call of Tutee.

Whereas the Professor still holds on to the 'beacon of light that brings about the dark' or something like that, I believe firmly that the light is but a symptom of the Dilluminati's presence, and that they have long invaded society to triumph in the moment of ... errr, triumph. My neighbour, goes by the name of JJ, is a suspiciously small, and suspiciously malicious creature, whom I do not for one second believe that he is not able to speak. I suspect that his refusal to do anything but yelling and crying for a person with the pseudonym of 'Mother', is part of an elaborate plan to cover up his manipulating ways. The Dilluminati, dear friends, are among us, and they have adapted well. I have observed that the creature JJ and his 'sister' Rihanna, feed on KFC, McDo and Chicken Hut, which resembles very closely human nutrition. I say, fear the impostors; fear the Dilluminati amongst us; fear the hidden danger that resides in the streets of E2.

The final battle is coming, and it will be carnage. Note, dear friends, August 4th shall bring immense bloodshed and misery to the world. And few will be prepared. Once more unto the breach, dear friends.

Hach! The Dilluminati were here at night and all I got is this stupid brand mark

There are moments in life when you wake up and the tattoo you got the day before is no longer a cracking idea. And then there are moments in life when you wake up and you carry the brand mark of the Dilluminati and you don't know where you got it from. 

Today is  Yesterday was such a day.

Over night (I assume), the Dilluminati chaps must have been in to put this (picture) on my arm, very thoughtfully, next to the swallow. I sense some sense of aesthetic proportions. Then there is the latin 'expecta', the singular present imperative of expectare, to wait or to await. Nice. I like well-educated villains. Evil is so much more effective if carried out by someone with a hint of a classical education.
The sign is rather unspecific, that circle-with-triangle-with-cross-with-more-circle-thing: Dilluminati do not seem to be fans of clear messages. Why not just put 'we'll pop in around 5pm'?

On another note, I've been personally informed by the Professor that I should not focus too much on the clues, not at this point anyhow. Now, how the hell does HE know? I have my suspicion that behind this rather pretentious pseudonym hides one of the Dilluminati themselves, waiting to mislead me/us. I should really investigate into the identity of the Professor, there might be more to him (or her) than just the blog and the observations - could it be the enemy? Like in a really badly written Midsumer Murders episode, or in that Wallander episode where Rupert Graves pretends to be a philanthropist but in reality ships human organs from one place to another. WHO is this Professor? WHAT does he do? WHERE could we find him? And DOES he like Marmite?