Where it all began
this is where I wrote The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
with a typewriter perched on a stool, as I sat on a broken backed
barn chair in front of the gas fire. Leap Year’s Day 1988 I finished it.
TOO STUPID FOR WORDS for all you smart alecs say 2000 stories you make just one million profit on each 2000 x 1 =. 2000 MILLION say it'...
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