Back in the early nineties, as the iron curtain came crashing down to the sound of U2, and the UK echoed with the sounds of Madchester, a quieter phenonoma was taking place in the pews, up and down evangelical Britain. Many people found something that made sense in those heady, uncertain times. This was a publication, that shook the lives and beliefs of many to the core, and brought them out the other side, stronger and ready to face life. This publication was actually a comic - in essence, a series of illustrations or pictures, that illuminated deep truths that people had never understood before.
These illustrations - each one a work of art in it's own right, as beautiful as Leonardo's Mona Lisa, as powerful as Picasso's Guernica and as shocking as Damian Hirst's shark in formaldahide, were drawn by the genius Mike Stonelake (me). People found themselves experiencing emotions that they never had before, as they contemplated these "parables in ink".
This comic, thought by some to be the result of a partnership between myself and that talentless Brooks, who could hardly hold a pen, let alone form an intelligent sentence, was really the brainchild of me and me alone. The best and funniest cartoons were not only drawn by my hand but written by the very same hand (although I used a different pen).
Despite Brooks attempts to spoil the Winebibber, the genius of Stonelake still shines through - I advise you to buy this book, and bask in my talent awhile.