Yes, it is I, William Richard Halliar II (Master Willam to you), the man Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzche called “the blonde beast”, and I am here to teach you the superman. To show you my lightning and madness!
Be warned. Alongside the shiny babies, grinning postmen, and hilarious pigs are things better left alone and perhaps unseen. Pale flabby creatures pulled squealing and mewling from the mouldering dirt beneath ancient oak trees and writhing, twisty maggot skinned beasts heavy with lobstery bits and twitchy legs live here and, like destinys child, they want meat.
So, be careful, that’s all I’m sayin’.