Where the Wilde Things are

A frequent reader of this fine journal* recently described me as being somewhat similar to Oscar Wilde. Presumably she meant I'm considered immoral by a large section of society, have flamboyant homosexual tendencies and will likely end up breaking rocks in jail. After all, it can't be because of my writing, surely?

*Don't "fine journal? What fine journal?" me. Yes, this one, the one you're reading now, believe it or not.

Hear that sickening crack? That was the sound of my neck collapsing under my increasingly bloated head...