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March 14, 2005

Dear Astonished Head readers,

Greetings and salutations. My name is Reginald Bastard, company secretary, who has had enough bits at this point to warrant his own category archive but for some inexplicable reason does not have one. I feel that some explanation is in order.

Ian Wood, our illustrious founder, Editor, CEO, etc. has apparently gone missing. After hurling abuse at the staff on Wednesday last, he donned a pith helmet and high-tailed it out of the parking lot in his Bentley, shouting incoherantly, leaving behind only the laboriously computer-rendered note found on that day's posting.

Since then, we have been receiving instruction via carrier pigeon and sewer rat.

We are, apparently, to post whatever he sends to us via non-electronic means, for the foreseeable future. Such as the following poorly-spelled missive, received today in a box full of swamp grass and dead frogs:


Before anyone asks--no, I do not think this has anything to do with me. I have little involvement with cured meat products of any kind.

Please accept my apologies. And feel free to browse other blogs during this hopefully temporary period of uninspired lunacy on the part of the Editor.

Best Regards,

Reginald Bastard
Company Secretary
(I've got an MFA you know)