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Wee Ghosties. aka Anti-Valentine 2023. The annual Mush-Fest approaches if, just like last year, in a queerly listless manner and at a laggardly pace. Which is not surprising, given that antagonism, hostility and naked hatred are becoming the default positions all over the place. (Must be the abiding effects of all that “social” distancing bollocks that the We-The-People bought so blithely three years gone.) Anyways… That’s not stopping us from keeping faith with our own anti-shindig, except that this year, as we all feel very tired, a little lazy and kind of reticent, we have delegated the organizing and running of the blessed thing to an enigmatic entity that calls itself...The Entity, look you. It comes highly recommended by both the Shub-Niggurath and the GorgoMormo, who swear themselves blue that It is a true genius at creating and managing all sort of outrageous riots, parties, shows and other social events. Now, we know that the ineffable Shubby is many things but not exactly reliable in her assessments, but her rating of this particular creature is backed by the beautiful GorgoMormo, who is. So we are all half agog with anticipation and expectation and whatnots and well disposed to like anything said Entity throws at us as long as we don’t have to lift a finger, tentacle, pseudopod, encephalopod, forcipule, feeler, antenna, claw or whatever Nature (or Chaos) has been kind enough to endow us with. Kudos to Idleness! We will be carried to the secret venue by a specially licenced Byakhee procession. You’re all welcome, of course, if you can find the invites -soon to be deposited in the as yet undisclosed dead-drops- by yourselves. I’d suggest a few burnt offerings to Hypnos and a special postulation to Great Cthulhu. Love, vodka, cupcakes and grooviness to all!

Twin Hearts. AntiValentine 2022. And here we are again, my friends, taking the piss of that goofy invented tradition that’s Valentine’s Day. Just like last year, though, it’s hardly worth the effort to mock it, so somnolently it’s being pushed by the Holy Markets. Why, going by what I see on the idiot-box, only the greeting cards sphere and a couple of jewellery retailers are making any effort to encourage the congregation to part with their lolly. Even the chocolate mafia is being oddly apathetic. Could it be because the so-called “social” distancing and the masquerade flimflam are having some pretty lousy effect on folks? After all, who can (or even wants to) snog through a sodding mask or hold a hand that smells of disinfectant gel? Will lovers refuse to make love to their darlings unless they can show a triple vax certificate? Is there life before death? Anyways. We are being pretty low-key ourselves, as we are deeply engaged in more essential stuff. Like surviving the new tricks & wiles and the general chicanery of our local Idiocracies. Still, you’re all very welcome to pop in to my garden party, from Friday 11th to Monday 14th until 7pm. The Shoggies have promised to stage a new tableau mourant and with a bit of luck you might even get a goody bag or a souvenir if I can persuade the Mi-Go to do their magic. The Bach concert will have to come from my CD collection and you can bring your own poetry, si le cœur vous en dit. Have a spiffing life. And keep trucking…:-) PS. This will have to serve as the obituary for the divine Lata Mangeshkar, who died recently, aged 92 (well done, girl) after a lifetime of giving enormous pleasure to us poor wretched lovers of what used to be known as Bombay Talkies playback music. Bumba speed, my darling and thanks for the audio memories. XXX

Mini-Series Tapestries. No. II. Book now for the latest Defying Gravity* Without Tears weekend workshop organized by the Floating Doodahs of Upper Drift Magna. Free of charge and open to all creatures in righteous distress. Free lunch and complimentary goody bag containing a PDF pirate transcript of the R’lyeh Fragments, a jar of the exquisite Mi-Go face scrub mask and a potted miniature amphibious dog rose (Rosa canina aquatica) from the nurseries of beautiful Y’ha-nthei, courtesy of some renegade Deep Ones we are chummy with. Also, free Byakhee-enabled transport to & from for mobility-restricted participants. NB. Please note that this does not refer to physical gravity but to the almost overwhelming, soul-crushing serial waves of malicious linguistic pretentiousness that threaten to destroy the sanity and peace of mind of anyone with a modicum of good taste and common sense. www.rt.com/shows/renegade-inc/529374-higher-education-pandemic-influence This here doodle is for Ross, obviously. Keep ‘em coming, me old china!