No 53 – Bad Moon Rising

There must be a bad moon rising. Because good lord it’s dark out there. Anni said so, Natalie said so, Max ran off to hide in the toilet. The end of the world is nigh. Or it’s the onset of winter. Maybe even Hurricane Ophelia on its (her? Do metrological events have...

No. 52 – Doughnut or Bagel?

Life is like a hurricane, here in Duckburg (the Chunky Wombat Media studio). Race cars (Max’s Peugeot 307), lasers (Anni’s LED-lit chair), aeroplanes (my toy Tie Fighters), it’s a, duck-blur (any guesses where this is from?). I walk into the studio today and I’m...

No. 50 – To be, or not to be…,

So how’s life been on the outside folks? I mean, it’s not like I’m serving a life-sentence in the Chunky Wombat Media den or anything, but, being so long since I last talked to you, it does feel like it. Our prettiness has gone up by at least a factor of 300%. Anni,...

No. 44 – Ahh, refreshing.

Whilst some of our wombats recently enjoyed the thrills and spills of Bloodstock (a metal festival, duh), Chunky himself isn’t a part-timer like them. Chunky head bangs all day every day. Ross doesn’t really do festivals. Though a rough and tumble kind of kid, with...

No. 42 – Poké…, go?

Well howdy folks, and all of you magical, varied forest creatures. But not you Raccoons, you Garbage Panda’s. After what you did? God…, I, I just can’t. It’s with great delight that we at Chunky Wombat Media (see what I did there? Got a little plug in for ourselves...

No. 41 – Eurovision anyone?

What random song have you got rambling through your head, right now, this second? I’ve got, ‘Walking on Sunshine’, by Katrina and the Waves. Oh, you too? How did that get there? Can’t think who would do a thing like that…    So, Week 41, hmm. Well, I got the...