Book Description

The author Reece Patrick Wood was born in South East London in the mid-sixties. Twenn Tiffrey was conceived during a bout of ‘madness’ around 2002 and was born some years later along with the birth of this book. A Long gestation period indeed. The book price reflects that which the author would pay for a similar work. If you think it’s dear then you should beg, borrow or steal a copy. That doesn’t help the author pay the bills but it’s definitely worth a read so hey, do what you must! Suffice it to say, what with giving out such advice, the author has not now retired to his non-existent Surrey farmhouse with his life partner and their two Red Setter dogs Cain and Abel (also non-existent). Furthermore Twenn Tiffrey does not hold a Doctorate in philosophy and didn’t study at Cambridge. Nor was he a member of Footlights, Mensa, the Rotary Club or the Liberal Conservative Labour Party. Further furthermore, there’s no Kindle version of this book It’s a ‘proper’ book with a front and back cover and turny turny pages that cry to be dog-eared. It’s a book that goes on a shelf, a coffee table or anywhere else you wish to stick it…. (Don’t . . . Just don’t, ok!) Look, it’s radical I know but here’s an idea. Just pull out a tenner cash and buy the bloody book. It’s got a great cover if nothing else. Lotsa love Twenn Tiffrey x