Once upon a time in the world of tragic darkness there is a place called Liverpool, this dark place is governed by a wicked old Mayor, he lives in a world of compromise agreements and dodgy deals. There is no shame in the Mayor’s world – egos and testosterone rule – the cry of *off with their heads* rings round the corridors of power.
What makes this story so dark is that the Mayor abandons the most vulnerable adults of Liverpool and they stumble into a world of the unknown and demons. The demons disguise themselves as social workers…. *I will help you* ….they say….. *we have a duty of care* this distracts the vulnerable adults giving them hope – hope that is short lived.
It is quite clear the Mayor is under the magical enslavement of a tribe called the Tories – an evil tribe of rowdy hedonist who live in the world of masters and servant – the Mayor is the servant to a rotund bulbous man known as ‘Pickles’.
“If there is ever a fascist takeover in Liverpool it will not come in the form of the military kicking down doors but with lawyers and social workers saying. “I’m from the Mayor and I’m here to help.”