
Colours
There is an urban legend in Wrexham which tells of something not quite human. Forever on the peripheries of society, he stalks the night, living amongst the shadows and feeding on the scraps. His sallow complexion and reddened grin led to the sinister moniker Colours the Clown. Stories forged around the campfires and graveyards of this vicious bogeyman and, gradually, his savage notoriety bloomed.







