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Hello Bat Fans!

I'm not a happy bat, not because I've been unable to buy myself an angel grinder (and I was so looking forward to cutting some of those sanctimonious holier-than-thou pompous windbags down to size) but because once again I've been passed over on the Birthday Honours. I mean if some bloody useless author whose main claim to fame is having to go into hiding after offending Islam can be knighted I should be in line for something much greater with all the offence I've caused. And I think that Lord Squeaky of Torrens Street (home of Slimelight) has such a nice ring to it as well.