Jack Calico has a job that is so hideously dull it brings on attacks of immediate and lengthy narcolepsy just thinking about it. As a self defence mechanism Jack has therefore learned to focus his mind elsewhere at all times, in the lives of odd characters who fill their days with interesting things. The inevitable result of this eventually led to him committing their adventures to writing.
Back in the real world, Jack lives in an undistinguishable terrace with a black cat called Bertie and a rubber plant called Paolo. He likes decent whisky, loose tobacco, old black and white movies and jazz music. This may be why he ended up writing pulp.
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