HOW JULIAN COPE LICKED MY ENTIRE FACE AND HYPNOTISED ME INTO AN OCCULT LIFE ON THE MARGINS OF SOCIETY

A lot of people ask me why I am the way I am, so, after many years of holding back, I thought it was time to come clean. The truth is, it all dates back to the day in summer 1994 in the Nottingham branch of Virgin Megastore when the musician Julian Cope, who, it transpired, had been stalking me all over the city from a furtive distance on his hands and …