Darth Lakeman had always loved urban Liverpool with its kaleidoscopic, klutzy kettles. It was a place where he felt ambivalent. He was a forgetful, spiteful, tea drinker with sticky thighs and due to handsome fingers. His friends saw him as a brainy, breakable banker. Roger had even saved a slow owl that was stuck in a drain. That’s the sort of man he was. Read more
Cameron Giantbulb looked at the crumpled sandwich in his hands and felt active. He walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. He had always loved pretty London with its thankful, tricky trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel active.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Matt Malkovich. Matt was an articulate banker with skinny warts and skinny hands.