Over at I’ve been mucking about publishing a new instalment of the Boneditch story every Sunday.

Bad planning means I’ve not yet finished what I should have stick up online today, so instead I’ve recorded a version of an old story I wrote for a dear friend back last century. Jesus.

But I still quite like it, and anything that reminds me of my friend is a good thing: so here’s What Does John Welt Keep Under His Bed?

Hi, Tash!