Hello world. I’m Funtch and I’ve just had the mucus wiped from my newborn baby eyes. Wowsers, the world is a strange place isn’t it?
Seeing as I was conceived and born in a brothel this might colour my worldview slightly but I’ll try as best I can to be normal. Not that I want to be, will be or should be.
Hello Mr. Fox, I bet you have a story to tell. At what rate do stuffed animals decay, I wonder? What horrors did you see with your Victorian eyes? Perhaps you were a beatnik fox, squatting louche betwixt the oak trees to avoid the attention of the squares and the hippies and their own metricious ends.
My don’t I have a large vocabulary considering I’m only a few moments old?
