Simply because I've got nothing better to link to, the
photo gallery for
The Cool, a play I co-wrote/directed nigh on four years ago. Indeed! Out of the mouths (or pens) of babes and all that. Anyway, the guy in the bottom-left corner of the page is my friend, and the two adults in the bottom-right corner are my mortal enemies. Why do you care? Um, maybe because it offers a chilling insight into the traumas, turmoils and 'tastrophes of the younger generation. Yeah. Let it be known that the pretentious definition of "cool" on the parent page was written by the enemies.