Author
A reclusive hermit, the suspected source of this long-winded and dull piece of fiction currently hails from somewhere in the British Empire, or what’s left of it. Were one to wager a guess, the writer is an anti-social, misanthropic male who takes all the aforementioned so seriously that his hobbies most certainly don’t include socialising, meeting new people, telling awful puns or dressing in drag. After all, a kilt is a skirt, damn it.
