
Maybe if I stare at this for long enough, I’ll see a Guardian article on dispossessed rising novelists or an ‘About the Author’ blurb on the inside sleeve of a Random House bestseller, instead of an unemployed layabout with half-snacked on delusions of grandeur.









What a beautiful boy…
Who can find the unicorn in this picture?
Is a most stunning bit of photography.
So *that’s* what you look like!
Feel free to come layabout my flat anytime, handsome…