E. M. Esq.

Rather than field sixty emails a day about the fate and status of ill repute, I might as well lay things out here. While there have been no new posts since approximately 1983, the future of the project is very much established and fixed and all such similar things. What we are experiencing at the moment is the usual summer hiatus, which is slated to last until the full summers’ quota of proper decent weather has been fulfilled. This was a negotiated stipulation in Mr Fournier’s contract from the beginning of the outset, and one we are determined to respect. In any event we can’t particularly complain, as Eli has much of a similar outage lined up for the coming winter evenings, during which time he is in the court-mandated habit of distributing hot port to homeless Asian sailors (or in their absence, redistributing the bottles into more personal avenues).

Despite all this there is between little and no reason for anyone to fret about a lack of reading material, as manifold other projects are underway. While many of these are behind closed doors at the minute and will probably remain so for the forseeable, cash settlements notwithstanding, the mere fact of their existence is expected to be of great comfort to the average reader. Should it turn out that the marketing gurus have miscalculated on this point, feel free to pick the nearest convenient billboards and assume they are part of a vast and thoroughly entertaining viral marketing campaign, the oblique and succulent mysteries of which will doubtless occupy you for weeks on end.

In the more immediate meantime, be sure to stay tuned for news of my upcoming sitcom project. It’s a bold and genre-bending opus that will fry your tiny little minds with its sheer unfettered twelve-gauge 40-proof five-alarm wit and sparkle; think of it as Saved by the Bell meets Grey’s Anatomy meets Shaft in Africa. Ladies and gentlemen, I call it Hippo Campus.