My father just died. He was a fucking miserable cock sucking son of a bitch and if I had my way he would have dragged his sorry stroke induced decrepit mess for another twenty years. He invented mental cruelty. He masterminded parental neglect. He specialised in psycholgical torture. No blow was too low for him. No tactic too base. No insult was unworthy enough to fall from his cruel lips. His eyes were like a dead shark. His skin was florrid. His eyelids heavy. His rotund corpulence coughed and expostulated through life. While I grew up in poverty he smoked 40 fags a day and drank half a bottle of whisky every night. Let this be his epitaph. STANLEY EDGAR WALLIS – hated by everyone who knew him. People think I am wierd? They are probably right.