It’s another suffocating day in hell and Lady isn’t wearing much. When she surprises a peeping Tom at her bedroom window she is consumed with furious indignation. The unfortunate gardener is subjected to a lesson so sadistic and humiliating that he will wish his testicles had never descended, let alone instruct him to play the voyeur. It’s rough justice for this dirty little pig.
They say my writing style is ‘in your face’, ‘brutal’ and ‘offensive’. And that there’s too much gratuitous violence and pornographically sadistic sex. So why do they keep on reading? Maybe it’s the sick humour that makes my fiction popular. Whatever. Just so long as people keep coming back for more.
In the Shockspeare Series there’s “Pop-splat” and “Kikaffir”, which are loosely based on Hamlet and Macbeth, and a particularly vile version of King Lear is on the way. And then there’s Henry Fuckit. You have just got to meet Henry Fuckit.