The clientele of The Fat Badger can be divided into two groups. Those not welcome in any other pub in Hatchfield, and those who don’t want to incur the extra cost of going to any other pub in Hatchfield. Sat in the middle of this Venn diagram, are two star-crossed grassroots niche political movements. The … Continue reading Anarcho-Publican
It felt like a long weekend. Hours spent ruminating on every why, who and how of whatever it was that she’d agreed to. What was it all about? What was a day in the life of that office? What would working there actually be like? Would they let her leave a bit early on Friday … Continue reading Plato’s Race II
Did you see us readers!? Will I now be inundated with requests for my autograph and offers form showbiz agents who’ll propel me to stardom? Each week has seen a bold new flavour of escapade ever since that metal monstrosity rattled into my life. This week, Bonabot and I made our first ever television appearance! … Continue reading Bonabot VI
The message hadn’t made the slightest bit of sense. And yet it seemed genuine. It had come from a genuine domain, the address it told her to go to was genuine, it was void of typos and poor grammar. At least, as void as you’d expect for a message from the office of an MP. … Continue reading Plato’s Race I
Word Gravy 