Horlicks & Ketchup

Gleetings ! Gravesend calling !

Yes, in the Badlands of Gravesend all are swearing allegiance, or not, as is their will, or will not, as the case may be. Whatever will be, et cetera.

“I blinkin blimmin OMG OMG I cannot say that…”
“That’ll do nicely...”

Instead, Knight-Angel Horlicks does wave his magic sword about, enrapturing all who see, and happiness abounds. Sir Picanuper’s vassal King, Ketchup, emerges from behind his Knight Angel and goes amongst his subjects, speaking mumbo-jumbo, as is his way..

Gravesend is calm. The Badlands are calm-ish. All is as well as might be, until….up river, the big smelly cauldron bubbles and spits but does not – YET !!!!! - spill over and spread its smelliness all around, hyeurgh, hyeurgh.

Walk Tall !