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Chris Connolly

Having drifted around Dublin for 24 years looking for someone to spoon, Connolly finally realised the depravity of all animate beings and settled on a multicoloured pinata named Dinky. When Dinky (pictured) was stabbed to death, Connolly (pictured also) retreated to his fortified loft in Dublin's city centre where he now lives as a recluse, communicating with the outside world only through his written words of gibberish.

His first collection of short stories, 'Every Day I Atrophy' (the SideCartel Books) is available now.

If you need to know more about Chris Connolly, he has an excellent and excellently informative website here chrisconnollywriter.com

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