...so today's wrestling match with reality took me into the minds of some suicidal flying pigs in Chapter Six (presently) called manic guff hogs whose sole aim is to locate a goblin to brush up against and explode. Just another typical Saturday I guess. Writing about goblins requires a tricky mix of being puerile and cunning, as they are very destructive creatures bloated with cowardly slyness - only time will tell if I have it right.