Still Barking, Despite the Lithium

This is a collection of non-heterosexually orientated oddments and giggly vignettes. It will appeal to those who have occasionally sat on the moon and poked fun at the human race, to those who love and respect our politicians (the best that money can buy, all of whom have passed rigorous self-selection processes), and to those who notice the daily abrasions of established assumptions (just for a change, could all those who do fit the established paradigm please do all they can to make themselves known...). The collection opens with the evolution of mankind ('Trevor the Axe Grinder') and closes with the true cause of this paradoxical anomaly ('Ooh, Bless Me!'): a couple of cavemen go out of their way to incite hostility by inventing caves, the wheel and the Labrador dog, while Adam and Eva join the 'more divorces than marriages' set after carelessly propagating an entire species for which they have made no domestic provision (incidental children). Cucumber-sandwiched between these covers is a representative confection of stock-broking cows, mooning Martians, huntin'-shootin'-fishin' New Labour MPs, bread-baking Orang-utans, frock-enabled space-captains and humanist Beelzebubs. 'Just the thing for everyone's off-white ruminant woolly-animal to identify with.'

About the Author :
Old Doc Runningduck or, 5,296,012,073 of 6.2 billion -- to give him his full Borg designation -- has a history of human insecurity, unquestioned mental stability and of horse-scaring. Born in 1960 to a Grimsby fishing family, just as they hit hard times and were forced in the direction of the British civil service, his home usually had a Pickfords lorry blocking the driveway. Vegetarian for moral reasons, atheist for intellectual reasons, one hundred per cent gay for some reason or other, and cynical as hell for no reason at all, he has spent the last ten years working in the information technology industry where group hugs within a supportive and non-competitive organic environment are the cornerstone. Personal life -- a litany of disastrous relationships among the search for indicators of adulthood. The straight myth that maturity arrives when the kids do is -- thankfully -- unavailable Old Doc's definition has yet to progress beyond running a business and paying his own bills. Still working on that one. Ambition: to tell stories where the heterosexual characters -- if any -- are utterly incidental, probably two-dimensional and almost certainly caricatured (just for a real change), while the gay characters are the ones who drive off into the sunset in the convertible as the credits roll.