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Randolph Davies

I’ve got this great idea that I’d love to tell you about over lunch, in one of those swanky places with rows of complex cutlery and ambiguous food. And napkins that are made of woven material, not disposable and so using them feels a bit like you’re using the corner of the tablecloth — totally transgressive. And there’ll be a drinks menu with a wordsearch of wine names. And a placeholder with my name on it reading, ‘HERE WILL SIT RANDOLPH DAVIES WHO DOTH DECLARE A LACK OF LONGER BIO.’

 

 

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What I Write About When I Write About Horror

Be brave. You cannot pull your punches. You cannot be too subtle. You cannot worry about who you offend. Free speech is a marvellous thing, as is a reader’s freedom to stop reading. It’s better to take things to the extreme and rein it in than to self-censor. I challenge you to truly disgust yourself.

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