He’s published a short extract of his book. How do they let things like this out of Southend?
“It is a small, handwritten volume reputedly bound in the skin of the extra-terrestrial entity that plagued Benjamin Franklin’s ass over six nights in Paris during his European travels. Benjamin Franklin wasn’t some nancy-boy novelist who wrote sensitive books about aliens sticking things up his rectum, you know. On the seventh night he got right up and killed the little bastard with one punch.”