Have you ever had that moment? You might be sitting at your desk, cooking tea for your kids, driving to work β and suddenly you think βIs this it? Is this all there is?β It is at this precise moment that we crash land into the life of one Mr. Alfred Polly: draper, dreamer and … Continue reading
. . . the Toad News anchorwoman sombrely announced that a young surrealist had been killed β stabbed to death by a gang adhering to a radical school of French Impressionists. Forget everything you know. There is another 1985. Another England where the Crimea War never ended, questions of Shakespearean authorship can inspire gang warfare … Continue reading