It's been a funny year. (Funny how? Funny HOW??!). I moved on to a narrow boat and The Bits went into storage.

I'm sorry to all you that have donated to the cause of seeing The Gay Masters go all big and have thus far remained unrewarded. The good news is that the dream is BACK! I've now been offered the chance for its inauguration at next year's Festival 23 so all that needs doing now is to find a space and fit the pieces together, give the godZ a home.

Meanwhile, for those backers that were looking forward to wearing the Gay Masters as a fashion statement ("hey world, I believe in the power of NONSENSE!"), I'll be emailing you shortly to get your measurements. Bad Christmas Jumpers are so Sainsbury's nowadays, a bad Christmas TEE SHIRT is the thing. And when you tell your nan "it's the Gay Masters, nan, they control the universe", you can be sure of a colourful exchange over your sprouts and mince pies.

For the rest of you, there's still time to click the tee shirt reward and at least know the traditional Christmas day battle of the generations will be about something other than bloody Brexit. Take Back Control today!

Yours, at twenty five to six or nearest offer - Horton x