Gutted to find (after placing order for Crintabulated) that it appears that Nick is not (as I had imagined) the long lost son of Terry Nation (of Dr Who fame). Instead, it appears that Nation is a nom de plume, and that he is the long lost son of F.W. Woolworth....
No, that's the bloke who's looking after the dosh. Both called Nick although clearly I am the talent (cough) and as such prone to strut around in an artistic manner. Not so effective if the strutting involves a visit to Safebury's. He is not talented and therefore more suited to dull things (organising, planning, accounting, thinking). Let's not forget Rich and Anjali.
And thanks for the order, Mark - you would have thought that as you supplied one of the photos for the cover you'd have got a freebie. In any other circumstance, yes. However. I blame the other bloke.
Just got a crafty crint in this morning.
Touch of Gentleman's Early Morning Stiffness?
What a funny walenglish...
Walenglish! Like it, Joan!