Robert James-Robbins

Sane people did what their neighbours did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.     Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in!   The terrifying words from Golding’s novel burst upon Rufus’s mind at the corner of his street. He has misjudged […]

Have you ever wondered how long it takes someone to die when they’ve been bricked up behind a wall, in a standing position, with so much cloth steeped in poison stuffed into their mouth that they can barely breathe never mind scream out? No, I don’t suppose you have. I don’t know the answer because