We’ve made it to Twenty issues. Fair old slog, that. In that time we’ve got really old. We are the dog that sleeps for 23 hours a day. Our editorial meetings, once littered with PacMan, gallons of acid, and awkward sexual intercourse, are now taken aboard cruise ships with bridge, Gaviscon, and reluctant sexual intercourse. Still, amongst that, we’ve managed to keep Open Pen free.