The Earlham Review's team of journalists and editors include some of the most sepia men and women ever assembled under one slightly ungainly title. Visitors, if we had any, would gasp in astonishment at their skillsets, commitment, and sexual prowess. Behold their visages and weep at the thought that the age of giants may ever come to an end.
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Don't take much notice of these photographs. Our reporters have been in our secret bunker for an awfully long time and they have most likely mutated by now. They neither wish nor need your pity.
Hartlepool, 1956. Professional grease co-ordinator Barry Partlicker had a dream. Barry turned that dream into a fantasy, which then grew into an idea. With guidance from the spirit world, that idea became a concept. What happened next is too incredible to believe. Yet that belief guided Barry's descendants towards the horizon of the imagination. The result of that journey is before you now. Rest ye well, weary traveller. Our core values include picking out the green triangles out of boxes of Quality Street and keeping them for ourselves. |