This morning, before I really had my brain stoked up and just after Mrs H had left the building for another day of trying to get our beloved government to bestir itself against torture and violations of international law, I found myself chatting to Foz Meadows. Foz – aside from having actually lost a job partly in consequence of reading The Gone-Away World, thus winning herself some kind of Harkawegian Order of Bravery – turns out to be a collector of interwebnological magnificence.

She has introduced me to Sinfest, which is one of the most enjoyably silly and trenchant political cartoons I’ve come across in a long time. She also used the word spruik, which I had not heard.