‘he didn’t do anything but for drinking dry-high gin atop concocting his very own juvenile plans… the anxious hand, albeit never ever misleading / crushed succinctly beneath this whispering, well-wishing pen of his. That gently led over-thinker’s ultimately untimely procrastination – a repetition, a sinking swill, that paralysing spill… of Charles Bukowski’s ‘Continual Condition’. Believe it or not, it is all of it real’