One thing is for certain, Daniel Stride's Wise Phuul must never be allowed to fall into the DWP's hands, just in case this government department's inquisitors get some disturbing ideas. The regime is bad enough as it is, without ministers and minions looking to turn claimants into undead -- and hence unpaid -- slave labour. Necromancy is fiction, thankfully, but can we be so sure that post-truth politicians can really grasp that simple truth? It's hard to say.

As for myself, I say hats off to Stride for coming up with that one: in the ancient, gloomy Viiminian Empire, it's the dead that do the work. No special skill, no necromantic abilities, and you face life under the constant threat of the Death Draft -- killed, reanimimated and put to work. No troublesome unions, no need for pay and conditions, no backchat, and the undead make such effectively tiresome bureaucrats; you can see why the DWP might just fall for the dead...

But that's enough of that. Wise Phuul is macabre and delightfully dark.