Bones has been bloody miserable since being kicked out of the Socialist Skeleton Alliance (SSA).
Sleeping in all day and staying out all night.
Accosting my colleagues and treating my living room like his personal hovel.
We at Errol St Osteo suggested that maybe he needed to find a lovely skeleton that he could spend sunsets wandering along a beach with.
He liked the idea. He really liked the idea.
So much so that he set himself up with a Tinder account this morning.
I haven’t had the heart to tell him that there may be a paucity of skeleton’s on Tinder, but at least this will keep him occupied for the week.
Errol St Osteo: The Matchmaker Of The Skeletal World