Between the ceiling and the skirting board there lies a truth so terrible it straightens pubes and blinds the fly on the wall: these are our neighbours.
Meet the murderers, monsters, bloodthirsty bigots and preening perverts of Fright Wig's broken Britain. They're dying to meet you!
You'd be insane to miss it; you'll be insane if you don't.
"The stuff of which cults are made" (Chortle)
"This is what the crisis in mental health funding really looks like" (Broadway Baby)