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More orphaned artwork, this time some full-page drawings by Hardcastle that featured in mid-range Janus. Beautifully drawn, these are largely self-explanatory so I shan’t labour the message. Firstly, this one from Janus 47, billed as ‘a Christmas treat’ entitled  The Cult : Next, from Janus 55, is  Yearning : And finally for this week, from Janus 57 (‘a heart-warming winterscape’) is  Whispering Snowflakes :

Photo-story from Janus 77 with Karina Currie and Christian Fennington Karina waits. Eyes of midnight blue, hair the hue of ripened hay. The clock tocks its slow beat. He is not there, but at 4 pm precisely she removes all her clothes and stands, obediently naked and to relentless attention, in the position he has earlier commanded. Nor could she think of delaying her comfortless vigil by a single second, for his watching presence seems everywhere. Time creeps on, and still she waits. unmoving, arms straight and shoulders back. Her body is sleek, proportioned like the eternal Venus, her perfumed skin a pallid gold. The grandfather clock’s remorseless rhythm eases into the deeps of her mind like a mantra, focusing all thoughts, all dreams, all past experiences into a single point of utter stillness somewhere beyond herself. She is entranced, in trance, waiting only for his return and the sound of his voice to trigger her to motion...

By regular correspondent and poet M.B. of Grimsby from Janus 58 On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, A paddling on my little derriere. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Five burning bots, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Six stripes a-sizzling, Five burning bots, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derri...