A newsletter from the shed of Now then, Happy almost Halloween, Losers' Club! How are you doing? I'm writing to you from a solidly late Autumnal day in Bradford, which actually means just really wet and grey and cold, and where the gloom never actually fully lifts. It's the time of year when the idea of sacking off work, putting on the fire, and laying on the sofa knitting while watching an old horror film kicks in really, really early in the day...