Bonny Mad Boy...

In a fine fey fettle, that's me, obsessed with books and literature, the fantastic, paradox and all the jazz...

Alas, poor Yorick...

I was him, Horatio. You can juuust make out a hint of good old Yorick's skull in the statue behind my head. Ah Hamlet, the words you spoke to me...

The Golden Round...

Give me my robe! Put on my Crown! I have Immortal longings in me.

The Scottish Lady

I love a woman who knows what she wants...

Enchanter's Tree

The male dryad was flashing me, I swear...

Through a mirror darkly

Ineffable. Or perhaps just a bit of a foggy evening.

Titus Andronicus

Eat your heart out...mmm...