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Intergalactic Customs Border

…and so, i adopted a temporary new attire, which in turn brought me face to face with a rogue family of exiled brigands! though after 48hrs in their company i decided to now call them my own…why even the little one with the slightly spooky yet playful glum expression could almost be related? next challenge is to get through the intergalactic customs border…time to dial up a 528hz dialling tone and await the deliciously wise advice from zen police master Dr Quarglefork, he’s never failed me yet at border control…