An Urgent Word of Warning
The pending cases against Miss Totteridge remind us that, due to the enactment of various homicide acts, it is categorically not legal to shoot a Welshman with a bow and arrow on a Sunday in any city.
A New Chapter at Last!
The unthinkable has happened – the ladies are attempting another get together. Head over to Tiramisu, Aadvocat and Hecate for the lowdown. Once the dust has settled the ladies have promised to let us know how it all went…
Tiramisu, Aadvocat and Hecate
To: Sarah-Jane Chlamydia Rossington-Smythe
Subject: Festive Celebrations?
My dearest Chlamydia,
I must apologise for my recent lack of communication. As I’m sure you are aware, Ms Zimmer’s present of a monkey’s paw to Ms Burbage for her ninety-seventh birthday resulted in yet another thinning of our ranks and some rather heavy paperwork.
To be brutally honest, I fail to comprehend how said item came to be contaminated with Ebola virus given that it was nothing more than a hand-carved wooden spoon with fake fur glued on. Nonetheless the resulting organ failure at the celebration lunch was quite conclusive.
However, now that the dust has settled I was wondering if you’d like to participate in our Hogmanay celebrations? Given that the festive season is upon us I was thinking that perhaps a smaller gathering of our lonelier and more isolated members may be a charitable use of our time.
Now, obviously I am aware that occasions such as this in the past have resulted in surges of rivalry and indeed violence brought on by the Aadvocat and Hecate. In this case, however, I am hoping we can keep the event low key and ensure the lack of availability of the more paganistic members like Miss Gregson and that awful Juno Baker.
If you have any ideas of an appropriate venue I’d be grateful as it seems our recent preferred hostelry is being turned back into a bank. (Miss Zimmer has dutifully salted the earth – or at least I assume it was salt.)
Yours eternally
Bats!
Rebuild Complete!
Okay, so it took rather longer than intended, but that’s life isn’t it? But we are at least back in action. We hope you like the new design. Coming shortly (no, really) will be a Facebook page which you can subscribe to get updates, or there’s an RSS feed if that’s your thing.
Bathsheba and Sarah-Jane have been continuing to allow us access to their emails and we have finally found some which aren’t covered by the official secrets act so these will published here shortly. Keep watching!
Who are the editors?
The editors are Rob Morris and Daniel Northover.
Rob is the son of an Anglican cleric – from whom he inherited a broad, surreal and occasionally puerile sense of humour – and spent his formative years in a series of parishes where he was able to observe various ladies’ – and indeed men’s – organizations at close hand.
Amazingly, Rob has a degree in English (a dual honours course combined, inexplicably, with Information Technology) and now lives in London with a collection of Daleks, a wine rack with a remarkably high-turnover, and a general feeling that writing this stuff is too much fun to ever make money from.
Daniel is the descendant of Celtic Wise Women and with a father who worked for Led Zeppelin he had a distinctive and original upbringing. He spent his youth in Bexhill-on-Sea where he found the geriatric population a great inspiration and sometimes an obstacle, physically, spiritually and politically.
Daniel also really, really wants to write for a living. If you think he shouldn’t and should instead live off phone donations please call 0870…
A Fundraising Tip
In these straitened times, always remember there’s probably someone on the internet prepared to buy a second-hand pair of pants which have perished at the gusset.