Hugh Watling-Cairn

A young Hugh Watling-Cairn scrambled to get back onto a plane he had just left, accompanied by an air hostess and only an air hostess. Most of his flights up to that age were just ...voir plusA young Hugh Watling-Cairn scrambled to get back onto a plane he had just left, accompanied by an air hostess and only an air hostess. Most of his flights up to that age were just him and an air hostess, that age being a very wise six. It was definitely raining that day the plane landed – in all ways. So, a plane lands, and off it jumps a Hugh, forgetting the steps, just a leap of faith between him and earth, a leap of faith that with a thousand tears and this giant leap the world will undo time and put him back in the hot land with old smelly women, some with great goatees, others with shoes so worn they can tell when the next rain will fall, which is never, from which he had just came. So to Hugh, dear Hugh, the creator, and whose grip of the pen is to blame for Blinked, whose grip is known in grasping terms as the dynamic-tripod-grip – who largely remained on this runway for thirty years. Blinked is his first available work.voir moins