Mr Landen Has No Brain
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Wyndam-on-sea. Rainy season. Next Sunday.
Sally manages her uncleтАЩs caravan park. HeтАЩs ordered her to keep the park dull; the town council тАУ feeling that the resortтАЩs image is being damaged by the liveliness of its caravan parks тАУ has promised a million pounds to the least exciting park in Wyndam-on-sea. If that million pounds isnтАЩt won, the park will close.
18 year-old Teena Rama is 148.7% too beautiful тАУ and gaining a percentage point every two days. Soon no one will be able to meet her without falling in love.
Mr Landen has no brain. But he does have a tub of margerine between his ears.
These three facts are somehow related.
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Raised by wolves, Stephen Walker was born in that Pennine Shangri-la, Sheffield. Like all the townтАЩs inhabitants, he is immortal. Over the years, heтАЩs unearthed numerous people stupid enough to employ him as a graphic artist and mural designer. But his first love is unemployment, to which he one day hopes to return. Semi-retired, he spends his days entertaining visitors by playing piano in the style of Mrs Mills while pondering the mysteries of this and other worlds.
