Rodent content

The first proper magazine at which I was employed had a weekly column of strange/spooky news items from around the planet allegedly compiled and written by the editor's pet rat. I loaned him (the ed, not the rodent wordsmith) the powerful Bryan Talbot GN "The Tale Of One Bad Rat". I was disappointed that he thought it was only all right.

Ten steps away, toiling on another publication, sat a woman who'd become my drinking buddy for a while. She told me her nickname at home was Ratty. I don't believe it was looks-related - she was attractive and dressed stylishly. I think she must have been the untidy sort. Unless she chewed holes in food packaging, which seems unlikely.

I could give this post a combination geekness-Rule Of Three conclusion by revealing how, while interacting with the folks above, I was busily honing a Skaven army for "Warhammer". Except I wasn't. But I later met a bloke who worked on the handbook. And I now own "The Horned Rat" AND "The Horned Rat Companion". Too tenuous? Rats!