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James Sarek

James is part cat, part pot plant. He has visited other worlds although he refuses to talk about his adventures. Often denying his spaceship exists and mumbling something about a flat pack wardrobe.

He also poses as an Italian chef in Spanish restaurants and was once arrested for scaling a Mountain Warehouse outlet, when asked why, he was quoted as saying ‘because it’s there’.

He has written blogs in the past including The Sad Podcast Blog and Bring Your Pants to Life.

Stuart Gardener 

Stuart Gardener is the secret identity of Father Christmas. He becomes lonely and nonchalant during the summer months and his melancholic wailing can be heard, late at night, up to thirty miles away.

He enjoys long walks on the beach, quiz nights, photographs of kittens, yodeling and smoking a pipe. 

Agnes Henson  

Agnes is a registered scuba diving instructor from the middle-east. She has a large small-holding with fourteen goats and a chicken named Maurice, she enjoys sailing across the Mersea and has an autographed photo of John Nettles on her bedroom wall. 

In 2006 she took part in a record breaking attempt to create the largest pancake in the world and she is the current East Grinstead hopscotch champion. She also has a penchant for spaghetti.

Lee Ashcroft  

Lee Ashcroft spends his time filling silence or forcing silence on others. 

He once went on a picnic he didn’t like and since then he has an unnatural aversion to bees and daisies.

Lee is rumoured to be four hundred and thirty seven years old. 

He is an ordained minister and has something to do with Dead Air Recordings.  

Tess Gardener

Tess is rumoured to be a poet. These rumours were started by her and have continued to grow exponentially. 

She has even gone so far as to create a website in which she writes and performs poetry.

However Tess is not a poet, she is in fact a dandelion. 

Holly Powis  

This humble genius intends to take over the world though the power of fiction, mind-control and a chaos army of winged badgers. 

However, only one badger has so far survived the wing grafting process. His name is Nigel and he has a bit of a squint.

To read more surreal adventures or angry rants then you can follow the blog. Or imagine, because imagining doesn't have a carbon footprint. Unless you're imagining whilst driving or in the bath or something.  

Simon Goodway

Simon evolved from a worm-like creature with a sideways-flattened body divided into a series of segmented muscle blocks that lay on either side of its notocord. He also has a cat.  

When he isn't being utterly hilarious, he spends roughly one third of his time in a state of reduced or absent consciousness, relatively suspended sensory activity, and inactivity of nearly all voluntary muscles, and the other two thirds of his time despairing about the futility of existence and inevitable heat death of the universe.  

He also has a blog, which isn't as amusing as Holly's but there are a few entertaining bits if you're prepared to trawl through pages of incoherent drivel. There's quite a good joke about Brad Pitt's willy at some point in 2004.

Aryn Clark

Aryn is well known in the West Country for eating highway furniture. He has, so far, consumed twelve traffic cones, four keep left 'road-pods', three concrete bollards and a 'Welcome to Frome' sign. 

He shouldn't be approached during rainy season. 

He has a terrible fear of Volkswagens.