Interconnected

There's a quite splendid new Upsideclown today: "If one were to look for a single convincing piece of evidence that things were not all they could be, perhaps the fact would stand out that, with her boyfriend's penis in her mouth and new pants bought only yesterday cinching her waist, her uppermost concern is the inevitable stippling of her knees as a result of the coarse fibres of the living room carpet. She tries to move herself gently toward the comparative safety of the fake sheepskin rug, but nothing doing".

Dan sucks, in Fellatious.

Also. Don't forget the Upsideclown Party on Saturday (you'll be more than welcome), and the Best Of book, Whelk, which is on sale now.