Do you ever get the feeling that, if the world is one big global circus, you are a pair of massive fucking clown shoes?Welcome to my world.I occasionally write bits of old tat for whoever'll be stupid/desperate enough to publish 'em...blah...Judge Dredd Megazine...mutter...Fortean Times...gumble...The End is Nigh...gibber...Puny Earthling...burble...and so on with an interminable inevitability.I used to pretend to edit scripts for the anthology comic FutureQuake, but hopefully no one noticed. I also occasionally self-publish some old rubbish with my arty chum Bryan 'The Werewolf of Cookstown' Coyle, such as the likes of Pony School, Action Stations! and Shido. Don't worry that you've never heard of them. NO ONE HAS. Currently we're putting together something called Duke Étrange's WORLD of WEIRD with various other people who are far more successful than myself, and who frankly make me want to jack it all in and buy a goat farm in Tunisia, on the slow path to an alcohol and barbiturate-fuelled shotgun meta-suicide, thanks to the ghastly arrogance of their insufferbale talent. I'm certain that it'll turn out to be at least as high quality a product as our previous half-arsed efforts.I'm also considering writing prose fiction for women's 'lifestyle' magazines under the name of 'Mary Anne Cotton', the infamous Victorian serial murderess.There is no hope for me.
