After Sergio's Broom Broom, Zapata's adventures get more imaginative than a Lady Gaga concert, bigger than the elephants,shriller than the parrot and more overwhelming than the chinese body-builder amorous neighbour. Nothing stands in the way of Zapata's excess. He reminds me of Don Quixote. The writing is more bent than Marquez, more amazing than Bulghakov's Master and Margherita. It must be immediately made into a film, so good is the description. If the state of Victoria could match this depiction there would be no mental illness at all. Zapata should breed so we will not be denied on-going inspiration. Now I know how to submit successful job applications. Thank you. If this is earth, then heaven better sharpen up.