This is currently a one man band, armed with only a a besmirched safari suit, a pith helmet cocked at a roguish angle, and a copy of Francis Grose’s Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue.
All proceeds will go to new cutting-hedge satirical projects involving Bushman/pubic topiarist Ray Mears, as well as new tales of sexual derring-don’t, In Like Thropplenoggin!
