Mystical banality meets subterranean possibility

Alright, I’ll confess. In the end I caved and I went on what can only be described as a spectacular holiday. For four weeks, the most handsome men that money could buy carried me on their shoulders because of the debt crisis in Greece. They did it for nothing but the sheer gratitude of touching…

Dear Readers, old and new, It is with equal parts heavy heart and morbid enthusiasm that I pen this introduction. I only wish I could say it was a pleasure to take the renowned position of executive editor of The Garter Press, but to do so in light of recent circumstances would be callous. As…