It's a terrible thing having an artistic soul, because try as you might you just won't fit in. You can't wear a suit, or work nine to five, not really, and if you try, eventually your artistic side will find you out, even sabotage you. So where do you fit? What life can you carve in the cracks in-between? What does the Bank Manager say when, at the bottom of the bank account, all you can do is quote him a sonnet? Malvernbard presents a tragicomedy of life lived on the creative side.
—Nick Wilkes