She Loves Me Not
She loves me not. She said she used to love me before I started ruining her flowers. I don’t know why I’m trying to joke about this; it isn’t funny.
My girlfriend has just broken up with me. It all started with a haircut. For me anyway, for her it seems to have started much earlier.
I’m doing a short talk on time travel at Caipirinha in Archway tonight about 8.30 – 9. Here’s the link
If you can’t make that I’ll be doing the talk again along with some poetry in Greenwich at MVMNT café on 21 November. Here’s the link to that one
Not only am I going to be on the Lazy Gramophone stall at Bookface in Reading on Sunday but I am also going to do a short talk on time travel for anyone that wants to come along. A host of handmade books, zines and arty whatnots as well as some poetry. Come along – last one I went to was lots of fun.
Using the Initiative
I made a friend a while ago who thinks he has the best job in the world. From government records and through field trips, he recruits the top women on earth. He searches for beauty, intelligence, but above all, that spark. What they used to call the ‘X-factor’ before it became a dirty word. He calls himself a talent scout for the future of humanity. Although he is a card-carrying infertile he’s a decent looking guy and every once in a while manages to cop off with a recruit. It’s a job he could have only dreamt of before the bombs. I can’t really think of a better line of work. Except mine of course. I am one of the people he is recruiting for.