Saturday, 13 February 2010
Sunday, 7 February 2010
post-human
A group of us, post-40 and bearded, stand in the dark yard to the side of the pub.
On the other side of a waist-high fence, a long queue has formed for a popular gay disco night next door. Everyone in the queue is oh-so-carefully coiffed and styled just-so. They look elfin and delicate and no-one is over 22.
Not for the first time I think of H.G.Wells' "Time Machine". Here before me are the Eloi.
And I have become a Morlock.
Bugger.
On the other side of a waist-high fence, a long queue has formed for a popular gay disco night next door. Everyone in the queue is oh-so-carefully coiffed and styled just-so. They look elfin and delicate and no-one is over 22.
Not for the first time I think of H.G.Wells' "Time Machine". Here before me are the Eloi.
And I have become a Morlock.
Bugger.
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