When shaky head at local paper story of a crime git, then look again and see that he is you, this long-lens shifty bugger in a park. When every phone call destroys your life even though the phone ain't got a bloody plug. And when waking, wonder where you are and find that most of you is asking where you've gone. Then welcome. Mmm. You arrested for copying dogs, welcome in Jam.
| Name | Type | Role | |
|---|---|---|---|
| Christopher Morris | Writer |