A Spurious Late Night Coincidence

Flicking through a magazine 'Comics Heroes' I bought another day. An article on Spiderman. Recognise the name. One of my flatmate's boyfriend from the first house I lived in in Worcester. I remember him. Pints of Guinness in lunchtime pubs because it was too cold to stay in the house on Bransford Road. Talking about Sapphire and Steel, and being menaced by teenagers. I hadn't thought about that last conversation for years. Remember his first article published in SFX. His girlfriend showing me a copy in WHSMiths in Birmingham New Street.

A spider is dead on the floor. It crawled up to me as I was sorting out a pile of comics. It crept away from me, settled down at the base of the bookcase.

Getting late now.
Autumn ticks on.