New Book, Oblogatory Plug

Once upon a time in a land far, far away (Mount Florida, three miles east of here), a man, a very simple man in every sense, found himself alone with a computer, rudimentary typing skills and vast amounts of time on his hands.

He therefore assumed he had both a right and an obligation to write stuff down and force others to read it. This is not uncommon for men such as he - he was a twat, after all.

The results of his months of labour can be found all over the world wide web if you can be arsed looking. They're mainly in forums and chat-rooms disputing things like the current identity and whereabouts of Elvis Presley or whether Barry Allen really is The Flash anymore.

In between taking great pride in destroying the confidence and self-esteem of eleven-year-olds the world over, he wrote a few stupid stories.

Some of them got published, most of them didn't. He chose to ignore the second half of the previous sentence and publish all of them himself. All of the ones he remained sober enough to finish, at least.

He then turned this scurrilous attempt at conning good, honest people out of their harder than ever earned cash into a travesty of a book and foisted it unasked on the ebook reading population. He deserves nothing but your scorn.

Anyway, it's only 70p. Worth a punt.

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