Sunday, 23 June 2013

words finally failed him

Notorious literary bad boy Julian Sphincter, celebrated for his
dystopian novels attacking everything, fails to find a publisher
for his latest book and contents himself with standing
in the street near the Grouchers Club in London's Soho
shouting abuse and spitting at people. When the police arrest
 him for disturbing the peace, The Times Literary Supplement
quickly rush to his defence, describing his action as
"an extraordinary triumph of virtual fiction writing"
and "a modern masterpiece of minimalist conceptualism"


  1. Does the Grouchers Club admit American women?

  2. If you can grouch, slouch and afford the exorbitant subscription you'll be welcomed!

  3. I'm not a good sloucher. I'm out.