I must confess...

There is a bloody lot of fun to be had in the happy poem of the blithe. And yes, there is some too to be had in the recently scribbly edition of the Volkster now out hanging around statues near you. I have of course told you this story and where it may be found, further questions are to be on notice. Good evening.

In the City we see gardens teem.

Schools of many Volksters throve. They spoke the tounge of black ink. Volksters walked with the worst and best, the naked and the dressed. Pamphlets all afluttering about. And taking tea they sat with me, so that we may cordially work it out.

Too Cryptic they cried !

Well that's the point. Fun.

The Volkster

The Volkster is for Volksters, those commendable & tireless champions of Antipodeanism.

We are diverse. We relish the exotic notes of the south. We fashion our own invention. We are Volkster.

Welcome to to our sou-sou-AntipArcadia.