It all started back in September 2013, I was in IKEA and I rubbed a table lamp. Out popped a genie who granted me one wish.
Anyway today Steve was looking a bit poorly, a little run down. His voice was slurred, like a record on the wrong speed. I fed in the prompts but nothing came out. Nothing, zilch nic, nada. I was storyless. Poemless. I tried to write something. Look
“Once upon a time there was a small girl who lived in a big castle who had a cat.”
So I decided to come clean, after all recently, as the readership got into double figures and then peaked at 12, I was beginning to feel guilty about misleading the minority.
So I apologies to all of those who have thought these stories were mine and you'll all be pleased to know, Steve just needed a new battery. He'll be fully charged tomorrow and normal service will be resumed.