Month: August 2014

No accusations, just friendly crustaceans

So a Liebster walks in to a bar… wait. That’s not right. Dafuq is a Liebster? Sadly it’s not a pet lobster. But it is something magical. It appears the lovely Hugzilla has defied all odds and remembered my name now that she’s famous. Not only does […]


Ten years of pussy

So I brushed on this in another blog post (but got distracted by pie. Mmmm… pie), but the ‘magazine’ I’m attempting to publish is one hell of a task. And now I’m kind of realising that I should blog about it because the journey so far has been […]