Poor Buchanan

My phone ran out of credit so I’m using my tablet, which was a free gift from the council, to make my calls. I’m in a real crunch at the moment so I’m busy scrabbling for a life raft. I’ve already got my inflatable armbands on. Food, electric and cigs are the essentials in this strapped for cash crisis. I don’t think, apart from a dubious hardship loan, that I will be getting paid for another month. I might be taking a decrease too. I’m not too worried, things will work out. I might have to ask a Christian family for some spare food (I’m not fussy), and they are really so kind I can see them helping me out; plead to my brother, who has already handed me one generous bank transfer, for some cigs; and finally rely on the council for an energy voucher.

Put it this way, I’ve been thru worse, but it still sucks, I know. What am I missing out on though, apart from Empire State Burgers and onion rings at Wetherspoons? This way of living at least keeps me safe for the mean time (away from Class As), and humble. I’m very grateful for everything I receive these days. And I’m making plans about my flat. I need a new bed primarily. I’ve just had an hour-long conversation with my girl Ellen from the local mental health drop-in, which I haven’t frequented for a while. She wrote me a letter applying for donations from charities. Beggars can’t be choosers. Can’t wait for the new second-hand clobber to come thru.

On the psychic front, I’ve got several leads resulting from researching Italian clothing labels. I think there’s something going on with Canada and Italy at the moment, maybe a global conspiracy or something. When I started looking into Canada several months ago they suffered an airline crash. Keep an eye on Italy now. Here in the UK we had a train crash the other day. A now-deceased 60 year old driver hurtled into a stationary cabin after flaunting a red light. Accidents are morbid aren’t they? Could happen to anyone of us.

I generally use maps and atlas to find links in my psychic game. I have a big book on Canada which I bought from WH Smith. I don’t know where to begin with it, so I discern pointers within the text from a deck of cards. The answers are all there in front of us, it’s just knowing where to look. I’m rolling with the name BUCHANAN presently, because he was a character in one of my novels related to Canada and he is also a current member of their World Cup team. All I need is one word and I can find some connected places on the geographical charts. There’s probably a place named Buchanan’s Lodge, for example, so if I find anything I’ll go from there. If I was mobile, and if Canada was closer, I’d take a detour up there and investigate. I’m like that. I see myself as a PI in an independent movie, driving solemnly in the gatherings of a storm to a spooky island haunted by an intelligent spirit or something. You can picture the scene can’t you?

The tyres crunching as I pull up to a derelict motel…the weathered sign with a population count…the hostile, unhelpful, unfriendly locals…and a self-fulfilling prophecy that there is an investigative mission or quest burning in my curious heart 💗 somewhere…to find someone, to discover something, to unlock a secret…

I fit the role, I think, with my mac blowing open in the wind.

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And my beard.

And my whisky.

And my fags.

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And my fearlessness luxury branded lighter.