Diary
A. Craig Copetas: Yaaaggghhhh, 25 June 1992
“... started weirding-out the crowd at the Mitre with stories of pickled sexual organs floating in mason jars and when the Catholic bartender wanted you burned for blasphemy. We made it out of Norwich’s psychedelic underworld alive and intact, but these are different times. You always wrote whipsong fiction and Black Dogs is not different, but I’m ... ”