This morning, the postman delivered a packet. He used a long cleft stick to push it through the letterbox. This new postman is smarter than the last one, who can count the fingers he has left on the, ah, fingers of one hand.
Caligula was enraged at this development and it took all my dexterity and pain resistance to extract the packet from his grip. Fortunately the contents were undamaged – because it’s a copy of the book I’ve been trying to get hold of.
Finally I have a copy of the Horror Zine’s ‘Twice the Terror’ in all its 370 pages of paperback loveliness. It wasn’t cheap because Amazon UK don’t sell it at a discount, but it’s very heavy, filled with dark and morbid things and well worth the money. I have managed to avoid bleeding on it and will leave it alone while I stitch the wounds and try to calm Caligula’s blood-frenzy with some frozen entrails and a trail of eyes back to his room.
Obviously I can’t review this book objectively because I’m in there, so here’s someone who has.
I don’t make any money if you buy the book but if enough of you do, it might reach the ears of a publisher who has a few sample chapters to look at.
I wonder if I can get into the next one?