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Here are my hourly comics from last year. No hourly comics this year, I was marooned in Darlington last night on a broken southbound LNER train and spent the night in a Leeds Premier Inn. Now home, I'm too tired and travelled-out for the odyssey of the hourly. 

Within moments of arrival at the P. Inn I was given carte blanche by the woman at the front desk to violently rock the vending machine in order to extract my trapped packet of Pop Chips. Good God they tasted sweet after that. Imagine if I'd rocked it onto myself and perished. What a way to die.

As I pressed south this morning, I completed writing the next Lottie story. Summoned from near-nowhere, I believe it will please you on its April arrival.

FIG 1: an extract of page 229 of my writing book. I have called it quits today on page 240. Page 1 was the first of 'Author Unknown'. It's time to rip the cellophane off a new victim.

We're less than a week away from a very special new story. What will it BE?