Dujon's arrival here is a welcome one, as he has been showing his prowess at PantsMC for some time now. Although born in the home country of MC, he was offered in exchange in the 1950s by ITV to allow Rolf Harris to come to Britain - an event that many regret. In order to hide his pom persona, he masquerades online as an West Indian ex-Test-wicket-keeper (which is why he never plays when it's raining).

In spring a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love, and so it is that the Morniverse has recently been blessed with a veritable epidemic of nuptials. Latest to tie the knot is the estimable blamelewis, whose wedding has been the occasion of much feasting and merriment for Crescenters far and wide. Naturally, a few nagging doubts remain concerning the mysterious disappearances of his previous eight wives, but only the most churlish party-pooper would worry about such matters at a time like this. Pass the champagne, blame!

A mountain of muscle, a chiselled chin, handsome features, a broad grin. Wishing to blest with these things, Dunx feels he must make up for by painting himself David Dickinson fashion and enticing friendships by building truly excellent websites. His lucky vegetable is the gherkin and he is often to be found buying said gherkins in remote parts of the world - Nigeria of late - aiming as he is to build the most impressive gherkin collection known to man.

Lodge is not one person, but is, in fact, an on-line ID that can be used by any member of the Masons to humiliate others in MC. They alone have access to the black books chained up in the cellars of their lodges, each containing ancient and terrible truths about MC, and the secrets of the Dollis Hill Loop. Beware... Beware this name, for a challenge with 'Lodge' in the Lockisseum would be an invitation of certain death.

It is likely that no person has probed so deeply into the mysteries of socks and footwear identity as ‘Spock’ Dr Q, who for 17 years has done pioneering research in a field where, for all society's alleged liberation, titters are still aroused.
Indeed, there still seems something mildly shocking about the way the man smoothly natters on about darning paraphinalia and microwoolies in his urbane Glaswegian accent. Dr Q, 47, has a calm, academic manner, but one would never mistake him for a conformist as he sits in an office adorned with strange foot-related artefacts, including a pair of larger-than-life-size wooden hunting socks from Mali.
Also known as Jock Spock the Sock Doc, he launched his career at Pitlochry University with a dissertation on sock hermaphroditism, immigrated to the United States in 1967 and soon afterwards he established California’s first socks identity day-care center and live online footwear clinic. He lives in Fresno with his partner Vivian.