Merely an insight into the disturbing - and often fatal - activities of two egregious organisations for "ladies of a certain age": the Moorgate Guild of Classical Female Elders and the Pimlico League of Educated Ladies (formerly the Victoria Branch of the Penge Institute of Ladies of the Night).

Each chapter consists of a collection of correspondence between the chairpersons of said organisations as they plan future events, reminisce and commiserate about past encounters and attempt to minimise the level of fatality and chaos their meetings seem to result in.

The editors would like to stress that said organisations are otherwise totally dissimilar to the Women's Institute on many counts - not least because many of the members of that laudable institution are not possessed by demons, wield the occult like a baseball bat in a ghetto, and (unlike Ms. Zimmer) do not view death as an "optional extra".

That said, you probably know someone in your family who bears a remarkable similarity to one of them.

Due to the persistent spamming of our guestbook by people offering us viagra, we have taken the guestbook down for the time being.

Other than that, the latest chapter is still Down the Tubes. With the monstrous form of Aunt Enid ensconced in King William Street station, the ladies are forced into taking desperate action to extract her. After the damage inflicted by the Peanut Brittle, will the Northern Line ever be the same again? (And more to the point, will anyone notice?)