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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7 comments:
Ugh...there goes my breakfast....
Lampreys for breakfast? Yum.
what i would do to get some fingers like that fella. gimme spatterjay virus.
That is not a nice look.
That is not a nice look.
It's got a bit of a hooder vibe, too.
Did king john die from eating those things? I have to admit a sneaking admiration for him.
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