Afternoon. Reeling from the humiliation of a single solitary 'like' for our last pence existence pontification post (thank you, at least, to The King of Australia), Marwood and I decided to take a trip to the London Comic Fair yesterday in an attempt to soothe our battered egos. We left Sparky behind, for no other reason than we despise him and his flagrant ways. He dropped a quite awful fart as we left to evidence his disdain, the odour of which travelled unforgivingly to Marwood's man bag