Mr K gets a strop on


Those two that call themselves the ‘Designers’ are getting me hot under my leathery neck-skinned collar.

Here I am locked in the prison they call ‘The Warehouse’ while they go swanning off around the country to various shows and conventions parading new boxes with silly labels such as ‘Manifest’ and ‘Granny Wars’ on them.

It was bad enough when the monkeys turned up. I’m now over that –  but these days even the bl***y borscht is getting more publicity than me.

Wait ’til I bust outta here and run amok through downtown Auckland.
That’ll get me back in the headlines. Ha!

I mean just look at this – it’s all about shipping and pirates – where are the REPTILES?

Grumpily yours,

Mr K

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