LOTTO rapist Iorworth Hoare is trying to become a writer of children's books. He has sent two stories to publishers: The Sleepy Witch and The Human Cannonball.

I read that a source close to Hoare said the stories were weird and unsettling, (now there's a revelation for the publisher-in-waiting) adding: "They are very strange tales indeed. They are too dark for children and not good enough for adults."

I should think that dark and strange are the correct adjectives.

The first story retells the Merlin legend with a sinister character called Lee the mercenary witch (warlock!). He casts black magic spells for money telling customers: "Everyone wants something nasty to happen to someone else." Oh no they don't unless you are a serial rapist and sex attacker. I don't think there's any danger of Jemima Puddleduck or Harry Potter being eclipsed here.

The second story deals with a schoolgirl named Sonya who tries to fire herself out of a cannon after visiting a circus. Her effort ends in disaster and she has to be rescued by the circus real human cannonball.

What a shame the same rescue couldn't have been there for Hoare's victims. The tale ends with Sonya selling her exclusive story for an undisclosed sum of money to a newspaper.

Reading about publishing houses and their constant pursuit of turning an outrageous and controversial subject into a financial winner, who's to say that in this instance they wouldn't gamble, because Hoare is going to write under the pen-name of Edward Frost.

These stories are from the head of a maggot-infested brain, atop the brutish frame of a creature living in society amongst us – a free man. He completed 30 years in prison. My view is he should never have been released.

This vile excuse for a human being was allowed to buy a ticket to win millions of pounds while on day release. Under the conditions of his early release he is only given an allowance of £8,666 per month (there's a biblical observation with the three 6's).

Hoare once boasted that if he did secure all his monies, he would move to the continent, possibly France, buy a mansion or a chateau and have sex parties with lots of women.

So, if you are a mum or a grandma buying books for your loved-ones just remember the name Edward Frost, just in case there is an upstart publishing editor out to make a name for himself by securing a money-grabbing deal.

Clarrie Shaw