Commence Hoarding
You might have noticed that The Reticule‘s writers are comically malformed to the extent that before you’d see them at the county fair you’d probably sense a wave carried before them, a wave of barely stifled chuckles and the the gasps of children hushed by tactically placed elbow pokes. There’s a reason for this: we’re members of a particularly intimate family. (Note to self: must find out specifics of libel, esp. regarding the slagging-off of one’s associates). This family of…