If Somebody Could Cook This Up For Real We Probably Wouldn't Be Here; So Of Course We're Dedicated.

Good morning, geniuses.

We're moving house this week. Not like the office or anything: like cribs, and we're putting the dogs in the trunk to protect them from car-sickness (the cat is, of course, driving). What we're trying to say is once we've put the satellite dish up and broken a few bones, there's quite a creative year ahead for us.

For you, especially.

The We Eat Legends tour begins in earnest this March, when we send a writer who recently came back from the dead to your school and also the school just round the corner from yours, to speak to you about imagination and stuff. What's in it for you? Some free-time off class, that's what, and the chance to get some fiction published on this site and/or a certain fashion, arts & lifestyle magazine. Not sold? We're bringing catnip, babies.


If the cops don't catch us, we're planning on passing this off as a literary agency too. Write a novel, a short story or something, and we'll go noise up some really important buildings for you. 'Jambalaya' (image not related) is an African children's publisher we hope will preserve the continent's myths and folk tales, and Campus is an international students newspaper coming to a supermarket, an iPad, and a dirty glass near you. If you wear suits and sign cheques a lot, we've got a bagel with your name on it.

We'll embarrass ourselves for food, kill for some good times, and detoxify if you really want us to.Thank God it's almost baseball season, and silly season always.