I orginally took this job in Liverpool because someone on a hazy and smokey bar told me that there was a gate to hell hidden in Liverpool. I have searched and searched. Some blood has been split (not all of it mine). Various live things have been sacrificed to the instructions in the large leather book I bourght from a white flaky old lady in a Manchester oxfam shop. Still I have two weeks to find the gate to the heat and pain. I must believe I can do this.