You know, when I think about it, Wolf Tickets is a lot like cock fisting.
Bear with me.
Ray Banks shares his birthday with Chuck Barris and Curtis Mayfield and screeched into the world on the same day that Roberto Rossellini took his leave. He has worked as a wedding singer, double-glazing salesman, croupier, dole monkey, and various degrees of disgruntled temp. He likes to think of himself as a writer these days, having written a few books and considerably more short stories.
He currently lives in Edinburgh, where he’s been known to falls into fits of curmudgeonly behaviour that normally involve foul language and lewd gestures.