Caught in the beams of the oncoming truck, Duncan P. Bradshaw knew that his nefarious secret had been discovered. He had been creeping out in the dead of night, scouring roadsides for discarded words and sentences. Many a time he had made it back before sunrise, laden down with new sayings, and a renewed zest for life. As the vehicle made no effort to brake, Duncan braced himself for the impending rush of metal against skin and bone, safe in the knowledge that his classic collection of curses and folklore, would resurrect him once more.
Living in southern England with his wife, Debbie, and their two cats, Rafa and Pepe, Duncan enjoys nothing more than writing silly bios. When he tires of that, he writes down the weird and wonderful things that go on in his brain. Step inside and have a look around, he has biscuits.