I’ve been an engineer, barman, skip lorry driver, coalman, boat window manufacturer, contract grass cutter and builder. Now I write science fiction books, and am slowly getting over the feeling that someone is going to find me out, and can call myself a writer without wincing and ducking my head. As professions go, I prefer this one: I don’t have to clock-in, change my clothes after work, nor scrub sensitive parts of my body with detergent. I think I’ll hang around.
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5 comments:
your short story made the news!! the film took a lot of liberties it seems.
Still looking for the albino.
Just a pair of pink eyes in a see of white and a pile of clothes mysteriously sat on a rock.
sea... I'm tired is my excuse. I've lost the ability to tpye tlka dan lespl.
lobolks
I do it all the time, Graeme. How often have people been attacked by the crap-like prador.
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