When I was a child making friends with someone you’d had a punch up with was a relatively common occurrence, as was having a punch up with your friends. I’m yet to befriend a squid of any size but I assume it’s only a matter of time.

I was helping out at a draw your own comic day on Friday last week and had a good time. One of my friend’s daughters was there and amongst the many many things things that this four year old child said to me was ‘this character is going to cut out your eyes’.  ‘Do you like him Andy?’

That was profoundly disturbing. No one calls me Andy.

I also had a birthday last week whereupon I went from having no money and one pair of shoes that only counted as shoes because no one could call them handkerchiefs, to still having no money but all the shoes. Word must have gotten out that my feet needed to be hidden from an innocent public. No matter what the reason, I now have shoes, for which I am profoundly grateful.

I’m going to go and treat myself to a Hastur sized cup of coffee.

Until next time Fhtagnauts,