So many adventures in the last month, I can't wait to tell you all!
It's not all been good news though. Far from it. Mary has ignominiously cold-shouldered me, well more than cold-shouldered told me I'm 'sick' and to never speak, look or...what else is there?...again.
She's joined a new post-feminist movement that, like Stacking™, is sweeping Broadway Market!
Led by a gnomic enigma, shrouded in mystery - Looser Summers, Mary has thrown me out of what has been my Live/Work space since the 17th century & has thrown open her doors to this Post-Feminist commune. With massive financial backing from Ann Summers (rumour is that Ann is none other than Looser!) & The Avon Ladies. They are calling themselves the Avon Pink Pamper Party!
Summers has started her own blog - Cattle and Mutton & is attracting a lot of interest from the likes of Andrew Boff & Hackney Independent. Apparently she's a safe pair of hands, doesn't mind taking a back seat position but is quietly & ruthlessly climbing the greasy pole...
You wouldn't recognise my old place. The place where I discovered My Comet, amongst other ground-breaking enlightenment discoveries, has been exorcised of what Looser Summers in her hugely popular txt manifesto:
R U cumfrt? Chanj's Wong! L8rs!
Via Feng Shui. They threw all my papers & research, everything defenestrated out of the window & straight to the bottom of the Regents Canal!
I am on my uppers. But I am not defeated. I am sleeping at the moment in a skip on London Fields & living on some really quite delicious cheeses. Trouble is on the weekend all the 30 something coke heads get into the skip for a wheeze and talk dilettante rubbish all night & morning & afternoon & evening & night & morning & afternoon & evening & night & morning.
So undeterred, I am writing this on one of the few remaining thingamajigs that let you look at the web & send emails for free. You know you get them at stations and wherever. There must be a catch bu
