an orange banner hanging down at the back of a medaeval great stone hall, it is shaped like four fingers pointing down.
wanting a cup of tea that is neither black nor green nor herbal or anything in between
Caspar is just one monkey among billions. Battering his keyboard without expectations even of peanuts, let alone of aping the Immortal Bard. By day he is an infantologist at Birkbeck Babylab, by night he runs BabyLaughter.net