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Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower We will grieve not, Rather, we will dance and drink and riot and make merry and to hell with the flipping Sacred Markets and the Vampire Industrial Complexes! So tells the fierce chubby chappie to the also chubby wraiths. We, The Family and yours truly, are all behind him. Life’s too short. Stay sane.

A wee bit of what you like is good for the soul. Having discovered that the MyPaints app on the tablet has interesting possibilities on the geometrical stuff department (see the Hounds of Tindalos), and having drifted once more to that old favourite gamut of blues and greys, here’s another variation on both themes, for the sheer delightful hell of it, porque si y por la cara. The campaign posters are momentarily in suspended animation. They'll be back.

Next Tuesday 16th it'll be two years since my mate Ash up and left us bereaved, bored and bewildered. This is for him. As memorial cards go is a tad unorthodox, I admit, but Ash would have liked it and, more to the point, would have got the joke. Peace to your particles, baby!

For Beth, fearless traveller and reader extraordinaire. Zippy Stardust, that intrepid explorer and beauty consultant (and a good friend the family), has just returned from one of her jaunts into the darkest, farthest reaches of our Earth’s past. And she’s brought us back a photograph of a most wondrous muriel she found in some forgotten antediluvian cave township somewhere in the environs of Uluru (Ayers Rock to the sadly uninformed). See? Tarot reading goes back quite a long while, as I always suspected. This proves my theory beyond the shadow of a doubt. So there!

This is for a friend's birthday.

A Little Something for aching hearts anywhere and everywhere: Yo tengo tres corazones / I’ve got three hearts A mí no me afligen penas / No sorrows ever plague me Yo tengo tres corazones / I’ve got three hearts Uno pa que vaya y venga / One that comes and goes at will otro pa que lo aprisiones / One for you to imprison y otro pa que tú lo tengas / And another for you to have and to hold Fandango de Huelva

Far too long since I did anything in Illustrator. So I mended my wayward ways with this. Think of it as a little piece of wishful thinking, a modest attempt at sympathetic magic. I neither live in a cave, nor do I have any need to invoke bison or fallow deer. If I need food all I have to do is walk down the shops. But my vestigial hunter's soul still longs for the Big Game, it does, poor thing. It also longs for some justice, a modicum of groovy righteousness and merry retribution. But there's none to be had; not here, not now, not by me, worse luck. So, it's up to the Ineffable Black Goat of the Foggy Woods of My Mind to enact the reckoning. And for the Flowerettes to rejoice and celebrate Milady's exploits. Cheers

And here be an improvised little birthday something for my good mate, the Fenian, born on the 4th of July. Honest.

Lately I seem to hunger for dark blues and related colours. So here be the Fuzzy Demonettes, with their companion Shoggoths, in their beautiful Night Garden. From it, they bring you the Fleurs du Mischief. Go on, have one...

OK, time to fess up. A long time ago I started designing a Tarot deck. Last year a publisher bravely volunteered to bring it out from the cyberwilderness and actually publish it. There, the story so far. Now, the news. Yesterday I got an email from Schiffer announcing that the 10 complimentary "author's copies" of my deck are on their way to South Hackney, via Byakhee Express. No, sorry, it's FedEx. My mistake. So, here's the "poster" announcing the happy event. The Deck is now flesh & blood. Or ink & cardboard, really. Welcome to the family wee bundle. And to round up a day of wonders, behold! young Olufemi's got himself a girlfriend. Olay! Her name is Adebola; Bolita for short. She just wandered into one of our tactical briefing sessions, out of the deep dark forest, sashayed her way into our midst, batted her eyelids at poor Femi...and the rest is mythology, as they say. And here they be, the happy pair. Olufemi's showing Bola the newly-minted book and he's bragging a bit, saying: "I'm in it, don't you know..." And she's saying "Blimey! That's nice." And "So, who's the blindfolded bint with the dog, the cat and the rat and the snakes on her bonce, then?" And so on. We're all are really happy for Femi, who, we all think, works way too hard and has but few distractions. Bola will see to it that he doesn't overdo it from now on. She's awfully glamorous and very good-natured, but you can sense the iron claw beneath the velvet paw. (Atta girl!) PS. I've just noticed a misspelled word on the poster. Will mend. Also, for those not familiar with my menagerie/family: Olufemi Mubarak, the leopard, runs my secret services and funky ops department.

May I introduce the Educated Snails? They like: lettuce, literature and picnics on the beach, amongst many, many, many other things, all good. By the way, this is all Steve's fault, this is.

My good friend Don Attilio, the Grumbler from Genoa, tells me that obsession can be A Good Thing. I'm sure he's right. All I'm saying is that the Shoggies DO take the piss, sometimes. They want piggy-backs, now. I ask you!

So, the next stage is to introduce the young miss to Milady of Willendorf and she can in turn introduce her to the Shub-Niggurath and then we can get the Big Girl's Club going for good. Size 0s, tremble & quake in your Jimmy Choos!

I've been waiting for a long time to do one of these. On the verge of becoming 67 (ah, the horror!...the horror...!), it seems like a good time to attempt it. PS. Ain't it a shame that nobody does vanitas anymore? They go so nicely with reading Thomas Ligotti and Ecclesiastes, innit?