“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”

DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)





13 May 2018


bless you on Mothers' Day George trojanpencil@gmail.com for this joy ... and then this one would be more of your frothe titulus pictus/tattooed [privately] motorhead Muthamother:

Who, I suspect, is behind the Cyborgias, which I'm sure will eventually be etched in history as the first two-stroke multi-lingual punk table delivery cyborgs to run on pure truffle oil

If you encounter these, which can be shorter than 2omls in height for peppercorn or chilli delivery, please notify somebody on a secure line ... my people are warned they are top of the list for mass low-atmosphere mannafacture by these dry planet Martian bankers, who have sent emissaries from their planet's last functioning sub-surface private bunker, asking for better currency and finance lines.


We interviewed this bloke for our sell-out  Evidence of vineyards on Mars, a publishing explosion which was eventually hit by a D-Notice, preventing a second edition. 

Inter-plantetary ambassadors and researchers were relieved to recieve this photographic evidence of the tiny infectious flybot virus  entering George's mouth on Druid Range before he fell to these reentless cyborg designers' dreams

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