Missing: one Bonehill shaped mojo previously utilised for writing dark tales of grim deeds and despair. Last seen in a rather worryingly forlorn state knocking its head against a desk in the hope that the ensuing blood patterns would form words.
Believed to be somewhere in the vicinity of a blank page.
If anyone knows of its whereabouts, please drop me a line as I’m now getting very concerned about its well-being.
Come home soon, mojo… please.
Thanks for looking.
