d.p. houston / d.phouston
London, 1990’s. An embittered writer. A kidnapped policeman whose work in the Obscene Publications Squad has done his mind no favours. A right bunch of bankers. School. Revenge. Something nasty in the darkness. And everything’s connected, if you look a little closer...'New men will blend in udderland...' (Elvis Ali Green)'Have you been thumbing pies, son?' (Mickey Dublin)'Marke but this flea, and marke in this,how little that which thou deny’st me is...' (John Donne)'You don’t believe a word they sayand make damn sure they know it.' (Stan Bearse)
