Okay, on most weekdays at noon, there’s going to be a crackhead who goes by the name of Monty who staggers around Vigelandsparken, one of Oslo’s biggest parks (maybe the biggest? I don’t live there). If you approach him and hand him two baggies of unknown substances (you can trick him with powdered soap or flour) and an envelope containing a letter with your message, he might get this to me by a fortnight. Include a return address or I will be unable to respond.

I kid, I kid.

As of now, if you wish to contact any of us, I’d appreciate it if you’d direct it through the Facebook page we run for Pheobe’s art: