Dance, Magic, Dance!

I grew up in a gnarled and violent town somewhere in the nether regions of Wales; surely, this dancing lark was the domain of leotard wearing dames or tutu wearing Lady-boys?

I Don’t Really Write About Comics.

In the meantime, i endeavour to use that new fangled invention i've been hearing so much about, 'social media' to connect and share more, even though to me it is as comfortable as a porcupine rectal thermometer .

Age And The Ease Of Creating.

If what I attempted was not the highest of art, then folk would see through the cracks and realise what a complete piece of shit I was. That I was a faker. That I was actually hollow of purpose, worth and talent.

A Life Less Ordinary.

While writing is usually considered a wise and earthly pursuit, it actually revolves around sitting in your underpants while typing and spurning life completely.

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