'I know you'll call me a liar but I was eleven when I started smoking ciggies. That's all I wanted to do. Smoke fags. And my neighbour Kevin's dad sold the ones with foreign writing on, Richman and Yes and stuff, and he kept them, locked in his shed but me and Kevin knew that there was a hole round the back that we could reach in and pull packs out and he'd never notice because they were too far in. I suppose we were always going to get caught but at the time it didn't matter.' from Just Dads and Chainsmoking

It’s all DIY. You make a band and go on tour and record music. You go out skating and buy a camera and make a video. Why should literature be any different. We accept that we should ‘submit’. Be at the mercy of gatekeepers that have no more idea about what makes great art than anyone else. I’ve always made zines. Hand Job Zine was a counterculture literary zine that stuck two fingers up to the establishment and featured a whole host of writers from different backgrounds that all shared a common ethos of subverting the medium and transgressing expectations. A literary saboteur.
I’ve took this ethos forward to my own work and produce limited runs of zines, mainly under the banner of the Hidden Valley, mixing photography, stories, poetry and everything in-between. Doing this lets me be able to have full creative control and create the whole piece as one cohesive piece of art.
A journey.
A world that is hidden.
Available at sporadic intervals in limited runs.

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