Office by Alex Penny
Welcome to my lair. I shall be called The Procrastinator in near future when I take over the world. But since I am, in fact, the Procrastinator, I won't take over the world because I have other things to do. So you can call me Meon. Or Martin. Or you can call me... Marty... no wait, this is not a Cabin Pressure Character, really, you can call me Martin if you like, or Meon. ...or Martin. err... I am something between a maniac, evil genius (without really being a genius) and a human genderqueer brit-loving umbrella-carrying deerstalker-wearing book-devouring gent. Don't be afraid, I can be nice and evil. Whatever shakes your boat.
Welcome. My lair is open to you, since I guess if you ended up on this page you are either a Sherlockian, Whovian, a child at heart who grew up with Disney, a very clever person, somebody who praises the national treasure that is Stephen Fry, Godtiss or the king of trolls: Moffat. (MOFFAAAAT!). You may be silly as well, if not, I apologize in advance for my own silliness and hope dearly I don’t scare you with it. I am harmless. Mostly harmless. Don’t touch the experiments, they might gnaw on your fingers if you don’t look. Help yourself to a cup of tea. The only drink that will never be spoilt by any kinds of experiments because it is my personal favourite. If you need to see another blog, that is rather far away, I recommend to you either to use the charter plane of MJN air or the TARDIS. The parking spots are on the lowest level, the lift is to your right.
