My brother came home from a walk with his friends once and claimed he had seen a big cat round the local reservoir. He had also been about 21 and making dens with a few other lads of a similar age so i was a bit reluctant to believe him.
my little crappy shino hole of a village is a major influence in my work, 'cause it's there that i hear the most extraordinary tales give me ammo for my paintings.
it's the stories you hear an ever so long way down the grapevine, and i really hope they're not true..
recently i heard one of the local girls has got an ovary up her arse...