The plight of the Hobbling Andrew.

Since Baz and I first met, the thing that we bonded over the most was our love of the ridiculous. We have a similar sense of humour and even five years down the line we still make each other laugh every day.

One evening, a few years back, we were bored and almost certainly drunk. We were talking about the weird alternate and seemingly irrelevant regional names that the UK has for woodlice. Being a Surrey lass, I've always known them as Cheesy Bobs, which now I'm an adult seems a bit random. So we started making up silly names for woodlice (I promise it was funnier than it sounds) and Baz came up with "Hobbling Andrew".

A Hobbling Andrew.

As a surprise, I sneakily added it to the Wikipedia page, which delighted Baz unreasonably. There it remained for almost a year, before some humourless sod scrubbed it off. We were outraged, bitter and vengeful. But also quite lazy, so we left it at that. For the time being...

Our Wiki entry today.

Fast forward to now, and we discover that one of our designers (Layers in Green) has a flexi isopod minifig amongst their files.

Another Hobbling Andrew.

This. Is. Our. Moment.

Campaign literature. Proper pro.

Of course, the burning question on everyone's lips (aide from "are they OK?") is why.

Well, firstly, all words are made-up until they become part of the vernacular. And we feel very strongly that the Hobbling Andrew deserves his place in the English language.

Knobbling Andrew?

Secondly... Nope, that's all I've got. It's pointless, it's a waste of everyone's time and worst of all, it's silly. But we like silly here at CA Lab.

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