This is the inaugural corrupt press newsletter, and you’re getting it ‘cos either you’re written one of the books, or you’re going to, or you’ve expressed interest, or I’m an evil bastard.
Things remain out of order after the move to Holland; it’s going to be another couple of weeks before the corrupt cylinder is properly backﬁring again. It doesn’t help that there’s an English themed pub with English themed beer less that two hundred yards from my new ﬂat. That is a coincidence, promise! Honest! Really.