public grief junkie

Wholesale

It's a big world out there, so we are told. We only really see Chalk Farm Road, Commercial Street and Kentish Town tube station - and with splendour like that on your doorstep, you aren't likely to stray. Anyway, if you live somewhere else - Newbury, perhaps, or Kilburn - and want to swell your shelves with carefully crafted limitless edition Griefjunkie stuff, you'll be wanting to pound your keyboard to dust in an effort to contact us at the following addy.

wholesale@publicgriefjunkie.com

...and we'll get our lovely 2007 catalogue out to you. We also show at London Edge twice a year. Being the only thing that isn?t a black latex mini skirt or a backpack shaped like a coffin, we're pretty easy to find.

Also, can we just point out that we need you to be an actual business with an actual premises and so on. We can't be doing with any more 'HELLO I AM AN EBAY POWERSELLER AND I HAVE 5000 POSITIVE RESPONSE'S AND YOU'RE SHIRTS WOULD LOOK GR8 IN MY SHOP' emails. To deal with eBay power sellers would be to contravene our strict 'No Pikey' policy.

Licensing

We have no idea how this works, but our lawyer does. Speak to her if you want, usual address.

Press

Let's face it - there's only so many blokes dressed as nurses for charity that the newspaper reading public can stand. Like anyone really cares. So if you are a disillusioned journalist type - probably as a result of a Media Techniques course at an outer London college in the late 1980's, which subsequently resulted in employment as a postal worker - and you want to camp on our doorstep and thrust microphones at our parents and such, you'll be needing to get hold of us here first:

press@publicgriefjunkie.com

Or, if you want to use the latest technology, dial this number in a telephone machine and annoy Paul: 07767 628 176.

Then again, as we seem to be on the telly every five minutes courtesy of Channel 4's 'The Market' programme, we're probably coming close to being overexposed as it is.

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