I'm sitting just about fifty minutes down the road from Nap, in the leafy town of Walsall - the beating heart of the Black Country. I say leafy, since the roads and pavements are full of the things, making getting about a treacherous endeavour now they're full of rain as well.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
