I had a strange experience last week… I was tidying up in the spare room when I found myself peering inside the old wardrobe that I inherited from my beloved old Uncle Homebase back in 2001. Leaving the door slightly ajar (because I know that it is a very silly thing to shut oneself into a wardrobe), I kept pushing through an endless wealth of Top Man jumpers smelling of mothballs and then – strangely – felt the brushing of fir trees against my face and the crunch of snow underfoot!
Yes, bloody typical… I only wanted to find room to keep my overspilling Star Wars Weekly collection, but there I was back in Narnia again. But wait! What was that I could see in the distance…?!?!?!
Why, a spare box of pristine copies of ‘Wiffle Lever To Full!’ left stranded out in the snow!
Alright, enough of this nonsense… would anyone like a signed copy of ‘Wiffle Lever To Full!’? They make ideal Christmas presents for the sci-fi and fantasy-loving friend or relation, and I’ll gladly dedicate them to anyone you like, and I even do rubbish little cartoons of anything you want on them.
I reckon I can knock these out of my Narnia lock-up for £10 including postage and packing, so if you’d like one feel free to drop me a message (or reply here) and I’ll happily sort it out with you.
Right, anyone got any Turkish Delight? I’m famished…
Wiffle Lever To Full! 
Tramp-a Claus!