Where’s Nancy?


In the interests of decency, The Slaughtered Bird asked me this month to deal with a film that has absolutely no nude Dutch lasses urinating all over butchers. Sorry, y’all.

Instead, here’s a review of a film about a boy who turns into a skunk when he needs a wank.


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Allan Lear

Allan is an embittered alcoholic failure, a choice of lifestyle he indulges in despite being happily married and largely sober. In the dark wee hours of the night he reads quite a few books, from which he remembers little and learns nothing.

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