Welsh writer Rhys Hughes regards this as his favourite book, and with good reason. It is one of the funniest and most intelligent books from the lighter side of macabre writing I have ever seen. It clamours with a cast of pirates, floppy-wristed welsh bards, explorers and inventors, imps, squonks...
My knights have devastated your ranks. Your Queen has fallen to a pawn (the shame!) and my rooks have yet to enter the fray. While you consider your next move, I will tell you a story. You are my only friend now; the prison guards refuse to listen to me. Whenever I try to talk to them, they simpl...
said the moon. “Are you serious?” blinked Ganymede. “Of course I am. When have you known me to be otherwise? I always mean what I say and I’m never frivolous.” “Really?” smirked Ganymede. “What about that time a few years ago when you decided to become a radical lesbian and have nothing more to d...
In those days the police rode horses and everything still stank of reality. I hurried down a narrow street and took refuge in a bicycle shop, entering as casually as possible and pretending to examine the displays of wheels, gears and chains while the owners pressed their faces to the window to d...