Graeme
This blog serves as a diary of sorts. It really probably only makes sense to me, but I'm glad I started it. I haven't achieved much of note but Graeme told me one day that this nonsense had inspired him to start a blog of his own . I'm so glad he did. Graeme was a great writer. He'd apparently tried to write a few books but kept losing interest. He said that he'd send them to me one day. "There is one about a man arriving to a surreal village, one about a man who is a pet to these ethereal aliens that he hasn't got the necessary senses to even comprehend, and one about someone who has lost his memory, set in an alternative London (with different tube stations and all very Soviet) but turns out to have been an important political dissident (that one was a bit confused..)." I don't think I'll ever see these stories now. Graeme died on Sunday. I don't really know why. I am angry at myself for taking him for granted. He really wanted to ha...