Yo, My Name Is Mr Me, and I Will Not be a Zombie
Every time we write about this DJ we accord him a longer introduction.
This morning he spectacularly escaped the Zombies who had infiltrated Perthville’s biggest wedding, and he raced to the fairground.
There, he wooed the Hairdresser away from the Dance Party Entertainer (“the latter of whom I know to be a dill,” said the DJ.)