Dan's a pretty sick puppy in Upsideclown #198: "All of which is completely lost on the boy I've been chatting to for the last thirty minutes, if by 'chatting' you understand, 'sitting next to, making intermittent eye contact, smiling whenever he gurgles something apparently meant to be a witticism and letting him feel my tits'".

The Ibizan book of the Dead, a World Cup Summer of an Upsideclown, fresh today. And one that's potentially going to be blocked by over-zealous corporate email filters, so when you join the list to get articles straight to your inbox every Monday and Thursday (by sending the word subscribe to make sure you join from a personal email address, won't you?