That’s right. Another layer to the Miles Lloyd onion. I’m an artist now. I draw my feelings and people respect me for it. I am also going to get a mustache and I will only drink gins that no-one else has ever heard of.
Get it? Probably not. It’s witty wordplay and it is way over your head.
See? I told you I was deep.
I’m pretty sure this is why nobody likes children.
Deal with it.
There we go, then. Some of my art. It’s all for sale for millions of pounds. E-mail me if you’re interested.