Arty does not really talk about himself in the third person

He hangs washing out then writes songs about this, spends inordant time speell chhecking documemts and looking under his bed for memories and plates.

ARTY believes that good music should be spelt with three o's in Good, so this is GOOOD and is a little bit further away from God which has only one o in Good.

Arty does though have a penchant for a twist of monumental proportions, but then Arty is just a little bit left of centre, down the road a bit and if you look behind the stinky lavender you can see him in a cotton shirt hiding in the letter box at the pink house of number 5 eating his breakfast.