If you have ever wondered where books go when they die or are just a few decades old and no longer relevant, I can tell you. They all end up in a dilapidated library that smells like old cardboard and you can buy them for five dollars a bag. The following pages are taken from one such book that was purchased for me as a gift and happens to contain some of the most superb writing of 1988.
I know this isn’t my usual fare but I thought people might take an interest in this before I post up some more stories with comics. If I get some positive feedback on it, I may post the rest of the months or devote an entire page to the rest of the book’s contents. And, of course, if the good people of The Madison Press Limited wants this taken down, I will be happy to comply.