Thirty-FourWhitburn on Sea
Malign daemons, horned and cloven footed with fiery burning eyes that pierce his tormented brain like lasers cavort and grimace and there is blood, always blood, thick and congealing, fresh blood that spurts and spatters, old blood, dark and crimson, headless grave risen corpses point flesh peeling fingers at him.
CHARLIE WAS NOT EXACTLY WELCOMED WITH OPEN ARMS by Benny Marsden at the Seville Theatre but at least he made an attempt to be civil and came out to greet him and shake hands. 'Good to see you again, Charlie, great new act, seen it on the telly, looking forward to seeing it live, see if I can work out how you manage it,' but Charlie, dour and now thoroughly depressed and paranoid barely managed to acknowledge him, haunted as he was by his recurring nig
