A gathering of rib-provoking and thought-tickling posts from the many blogs of Michael Wombat, featuring a skeuomorphic cover by thrusting young designer Thom White. Includes musings, Oliver Cromwell’s head, fiction, a ghost chicken, oddities, history, a bone-eating snot-flower worm, dreams and yes, recipes. Amazingly, Wombie has also managed to pack over 300 photographs into this little book (and reader, beware: in one he is as naked as if he had no clothes on at all).
Why read all these remarkable articles for free on the internet when you can buy them all in this handy, easy-to-read-on-the-bog format? Buy this and save yourself hours of Googling.
“A perfect read for the beach. Or train journeys.” – Alex Brightsmith, about another book. “Don’t drag me into this.” – Dawne le Goode “Where did you put the bread knife?” – Mrs. Wombat
A Yorkshireman living in the rural green hills of Lancashire, Michael Wombat is a man of huge beard. He has a penchant for good single-malts, inept football teams, big daft dogs and the diary of Mr. Samuel Pepys. Abducted by pirates at the age of twelve he quickly rose to captain the feared privateer ‘The Mrs. Nesbitt’ and terrorised the Skull Coast throughout his early twenties. Narrowly escaping the Revenue men by dressing as a burlesque dancer, he went on to work successively and successfully as a burlesque dancer, a forester, a busker, and a magic carpet salesman. The fact that he was once one of that forgotten company, the bus conductors, will immediately tell you that he is as old as the hills in which he lives. Nowadays he spends his time writing and pretending to take good photographs. You can have a good laugh at his pathetic blog or his photographs, but most of all please go and mock him mercilessly on Twitter or Facebook. Michael Wombat has published over one book. Other authors are available.