Kevin is having a bad day. He’s been bitten by one of those strange, shuffling creatures that suddenly seem to be everywhere. Perhaps the friendly people at his local pharmacy can help?
Something is growing in the silage bales in the field near you. What emerges is a blast... from the past.
Is the customer always right? How far should an artist compromise their vision for commercial gain? And what do Michael Winner and Charles Bronson have to do with any of this?
