Designer/Co-Founder
Rob Miles

Dear sir,

I have taken it upon me to write you (in big letters on the town hall wall) following our telephone conversation of an previous date. It has been in thought in my mind constantly and in conclusion I conclude the way you said what you said, and the manner in which you treated the entire situation, was less than satisfactory, and quite unacceptable. Yes you may have food on the table, well spoken children and a good woman to tend to the bruises running down your back, and yes you may have a loyal hound, spare pound or two and an inflatable dentist, and even yes you admit to having fire proof skin, four walls and three shoes in a pair, but this does not excuse the dispicable way in which you conduct yourself on social occasions. Let me remind you, that among these assets of yours (including a self changing light fixture, rose tinted windows, and my childhood bicycle) that you cannot forget you have legs, and these legs are like eggs. They will get broken.

in disgust,

Mister Blister

p.s. Caroline sends her love