Well, another year and February has it’s cold damp filaments lurking around your extremities, the Accountants of Gloom are clattering away at their spreadsheets, there is a surplus of Grey and even the windows look like they want to pack up and go home early. The instinct to hibernate inside the Boneyard is strong; curl up under a pile of old rags and nestle in to the rusty treasure, pull a bin lid onto your head and style it out like a sleeping Clanger. While we’re here we’ll tidy up the Boneyard a little, throw out the rotting unidentified bits and buff up the precious things. You never know, if we save up enough old screws and nuts and bolts for the Iron Chicken, she might lay an egg for us in the Spring…

Below: Design for a Machine to Ward Off the Accountants of Gloom