Chapters (48)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Introduction
- Endland
- About Lisa
- Shame Of Shane
- Who would dream that truth was lies?
- Eve & Mary
- Chaikin/Twins
- James
- The Shell Garages History Of Mud
- Kelly
- Morton & Kermit
- Crash Family Robinson
- Wendy’s Daughter
- Void House
- Jonesey
- Killing Of Frank
- Arse on Earth
- The life, movies & short times of Natalie Gorgeous
- German Fokker
- Carmen by Bizet
- They get you most all gone when you always alone
- It is murky and opaque
- intentions seem good
- Cellar Story
- I thought I smelled something dirty
- Last of the First 11
- The Ant and The Grasshopper
- The Chapter
- Mission of Jobbin
- wanted to get a good look
- Taxi Driver
- Loose Promise
- The children of the rich
- The Waters Rising
- #Dibber
- Long Fainting/Try Saving Again
- BureauGrotesque
- Anger is Just Sadness Turned Inside Out
- Maxine
- For the Avoidance of Doubt
- now not moving
- A Note about Endland
- Acknowledgements
- Dear readers
- This book was made possible thanks to the support of:
- About the Author
On the way out of the (open plan) office Jobbin noticed that no one there seemed really to be working; many were asleep at their PC workstations or tablets and others were playing games on their cell phones and still others were watching disturbing videos involving the violent deaths of humans or chatting to guys, teens and MILFs on the webcam ChatStation Elektric from Ukraine, making comments on the exaggerated fake pierced tattooed shaved all natural bodyparts they all had or paying in coinz to have them take off another aspect of their impoverished improvised clothing.
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Jobbin warned his landlady that he had been called away out of town for a while on business and she said that he still owed her six shillings and sixpence from the previous month rent on the bedsit where no blacks/Irish were welcome, Jobbin being the one (1) exception to the rules. Jobbin paid the six shillings and sixpence plus a further one off payment of two guineas to secure the lodging until his return, he did not know how long he would be away and he had no desired at all to come back and find his full possessions in a skip, or burned or on ebay or none of the above.
Next day Jobbing got another train, an electric one designed by a probably made-up person called Lansorotti Bacon (?). The train crossed the landscape in slowmotion making the names of the towns harder to read (for security reasons) because it was too hard to stay awake as you passed the signs it took so long and therefore anyone always missed some letters and could not be exact and sure of the placenames they went through or even the route. BMINHA he went past and VNIZI and DBONIC. Eventually the train stopped at a place that was an amalgamation of Hull and Liverpool created when, as the poets say, there was a crash on GoogleStreetView and those two towns were accidentally merged.
In the inevitable rain and doubled darkness ™ of his arrival to destination Jobbin took a Hackney Carriage to the Waldorf through grainy B&W streets and went to his usual room what they remembered from a previous visit he could not remember and the Desk Clerk told him to leave his bags the servants would bring them up and did he need a reservation for the dinner that evening and Jobin said no it was OK he was going to rest up after a long time of travelling (8 days).