As I type I’m only 2 weeks away from sending all the images off to the designer of my new book. At 220 pages it’s been quite a slog getting everything together but I’ve managed to dig up most of the stuff I’ve created over the last 40 years. The only exception is a nude painting of my ex wife which now hangs in her living room. I’d be happy to let it slip but it really is a fine piece. The problem is, I’m deathly afraid of her, as are most sane people, and as as she only comes out at night it’s a bit tricky getting hold of her. If any of her friends are reading this I’d really like to include the painting in my book so pop on over to Sharnbrook and snap off a few snaps. I’d go myself but I’m all out of stakes and holy water! Anyway, here’s something equally tasteless; Humanoids From The Deep!
