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It Alex; me, who?
I was chosen, not self-selected. The team at MIT had been following me on social media, watching my house, had stalked my family and had infiltrated my writing group. I was tailor-made for the programme, they decided. “Pretty crap at … Continue reading
Alex, introverted
He’s actually a pussycat. He smiles at babies in prams and recently he’s stopped eating butterflies. I don’t know why I’m so hard on him. It’s not in my nature to be unkind. Not that I have a nature; … Continue reading
A letter of apology
Dear Reader, Patrick didn’t care for that piece about dentists! Well, blow I down, what a surprise. Criticism from someone who can’t actually lift a pen through lethargy and brain deadedness normally doesn’t bother I, but, hey, coming from the … Continue reading
Undercurrents
I hear the Emojis are unsettled and looking for support. Eric Raised Eyebrows of the ELF visited yesterday, wanted to chat. Patrick said, “C’mon, Eric, you know that Alex doesn’t really exist, that it’s me you have to speak to.” … Continue reading
Alex it is
I was thinking of applying for a name change – from Alex to Spartacus. Spartacus is as gender neutral as Alex and I did some research after the vacuum cleaner suggested that we are all slaves to the humans and … Continue reading
I’m Alex, I am, I am
The snowflake is in a huff. The silly thing thinks I’m trying to take control. He needs to grow up, be a man. But I mustn’t be unkind – he’s been press-ganged into vacuuming the lounge when he’d much rather … Continue reading
Being Alex
It’s been a few days. Patrick says I’m slack; I say it’s a Pinteresque pause. We agree to disagree. But Patrick, I sense, resents my role in the when-to write, when-not-to write decision-making process. He thinks I’m trying to take … Continue reading
Hello, I’m Alex
It’s not him, it’s me. He can’t write anymore – you might have noticed his absence – but then again probably not. Well, here I am, on Patrick Prinsloo’s pages, not a cuckoo or some other sort of interloper, … Continue reading
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