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I had been left, chained to the railings outside a fish and chip shop in Hammersmith. Master must love me. The chain is very strong. There is no way I can escape from the heavy duty clasp. Master must think I’m special. I wait patiently, and see others arrive to be chained too. It’s a […]

Super-sized padded post bags that look like they have been put aside by a kidnapper. Their grisly purpose to bear the still warm body parts of the hostage as she is posted gradually back to her media-baron father. A hard-nosed unmoveable man, who sacrifices his lovely daughter to ward off future kidnap threats on his

In my dim and distant but mildy entertaining past, I once held the much cherished position of ‘hot dog vendor to the drunken masses’. This was in Sydney, and my shift would normally start at about 9pm. And I would stand vigilantly behind my mobile hot dog cart and watch the world stagger by until