Welcome to the Magical Magorium
I am your host and curator.
Actually that's a lie, I'm more like the little old lady that works in the second hand bookshop. You know the one. You're not sure if those are peppermints or mothballs falling out of that hole in her cardigan pocket. When she looks at you you can't tell if she's looking at the air an inch in front of you, or whether she's looking right through you and past the horizon as she contemplates the closing end to her life. That's me, and I am responsible for everything here, so please feel free to dust off a chair, have a look around and see what you fancy. I won't give you a funny look. At least not more than once. (Maybe twice)
It's all good in the end.