Frank: Going missing

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Where the fuck has this mildy enigmatic, tacky, randy, bohemian, hellenic afficianado of all things slightly more expensive than a trip to Aldi's fucked off to now? One get's the idea that this character is someone's labour of love and is rather high maintenance in terms of time in the scheme of things. No more declarations of love in the moonlight then to Lady P or CW, No more meanderings about the boat that never was....or the restaurant that existed at the end of the universe of Frank's imagination. Farewell Frank you sweaty, intense fucker, I shall miss your good natured barbs. I particularly liked the one about the "dubious" leather sofa that had held my guitar collection. Don't let the door hit you in the arse on the way out.... remember your asteroids!