This one time, at band camp...

This one time, at band camp... H. D. Archibald had finished practising his fiddle, he packed it away and accidentally slipped off the chair upon which sat when he noticed the pile of Journalism and Media Studies homework he still had to do. A stray broken string from his fiddle broke his fall but unfortunately strangled poor H. D. Archibald in the process.

Stay tuned to see how the ghost of poor old H. D. Archibald struggles to come to terms with his own death in the current tyranny of the purple bowl of Grahamstown...