The art of Suze Dawson. She's disappeared without a trace, I can't find her which is a shame as she was a wicked tallent and captured the life back when we were all a lot less up our own bums and just wanted to get pished in a field with our mates while ripping the pee out of each other until we fell down in the grass and woke up with snails on our faces and a craving for bacon sando's and strong tea.