His last screw’s worked its way loose, his final marble’s rolled away down the hill, his picnic hamper’s several sandwiches light, in fact it’s empty but for a solitary Babybel; he’s off his rocker, out of his tree, the man’s unhinged, non compos mentis — he’s Brad Norris, and he puts the “charge” into “recently discharged from a psychiatric ward”. Recoil in horror as the ocean folds in on itself, and Brad’s eyes light up with wild glee. Thanks to Tom Jennings for documenting the madness.