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Chapter 26
I’ve been doing so much throwing away lately. The sorting and sifting, the trips to the dump, to the charity shop, bags of stuff, and the fear always that I’ll throw out something irreplaceable. I was in the attic looking for a suitcase when I came across it, in a box of old letters and school reports, a soft toy called Piglet I had as a baby. And, wrapped in a plastic bag, two cornflake packets stuck together with tape. A handle of string. How long has this been here? Lost all touch with him after that.
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Chapter 27
THANK GOODNESS LORD TIM. HAD PUT THE FUTURIZER ON SNOOZE MODE. SO JUST AS TIME WAS ABOUT TO DISINTEGRATE ENTIRELY, THE MACHINE SWITCHED ITSELF ON AUTOMATICALLY AT FULL NANO- VROOMS PER DOOBRY. AND SUCKED ALL THE DREAMINESS OUT OF THE SITUATION IN A TRICE. MISTER B SUDDENLY LOST ALL MEMORY OF HIS EVIL PLOT AND DECIDED TO DEVOTE HIMSELF TO CONSERVATION. FULLY REVIVED AND REBOOTED, LORD TIM AND SIDEKICK. JETPACK DOWN TO NUMBER 10. REMEMBER ME, PM? OF COURSE I DO, MAN. YOU’RE MY SOUL BROTHER.
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Chapter 28
Hi, Jennifer.". You want to come in? I was just passing.". Come on in.". No, better not. I ought to get home.". It’s your birthday isn’t it.". I brought you something.". Look I’m sorry about the other day… The Roundhouse.". No, it was far out. Really. Amazing.". What’s in the bag? Oh well, I was having a clear out. It’s that thing. You found in my room, the first time you came over.". Oh wow – your computer console, briefcase thing.". Hey, thanks, Pip.". Yeah, well.". Really. Thanks.".
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Chapter 29
I went with Dan and Veronica to the coast at the weekend. That beautiful cottage we all stayed in as kids is underwater now, lost to the floods. I went expecting devastation, but already the new coastline looks as peaceful and beautiful as it did before. A heron drifts leisurely across the vast blue sky, comes to rest on a chimneypot, sits watching awhile, then launches itself towards the reed beds which seethe in the wind.
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Chapter 3
MESSAGE FROM THE FUTURIZER:.
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...and that's
All my classmates at De Montfort. We welcome your responses to. In Search of Lost Tim. You have any ideas for the further adventures of Tim Times Two. But be warned, I reserve the right to use them in future episodes! There are any items you'd like to buy or sell at. The Emporium of Enthusiasms and Pleasures. You'd like to help with the monetization of this and future projects. By purchasing a hand coloured, signed print of. Young Tim, Lord Tim and The Kick. For a mere £10. If so leave a message below.
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REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS FUTURE
REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS FUTURE. These are photos from IN SEARCH OF LOST TIM, my installation at artist collective ALLDAYBREAKFAST's TIME MACHINE, part of Bath Fringe Festival 2016. As well as performing songs and reading extracts from the book, I spoke to a host of visitors of all ages and from all over the world asking this question:. WHEN YOU WERE 12, WHAT WAS YOUR IMAGE OF THE FUTURE? We'll be posting some of what they wrote on the day on this page. Core texts include A Brief History of The Future.
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Chapter 4
I dream of things I thought we had and now I can't find, like evidence of his love and our savings; meanwhile things I was sure had gone missing long ago turn up again: photos from several of these holidays with Dan and Veronica; D&J's girls growing and blossoming as the rest of us flesh out and grey up. And that cheesegrater. Then I opened a drawer in the kitchen one day and there was my cheesegrater. So I immediately forgot all about it again. Until the other day when I found this picture:.
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Chapter 5
Did you find him? Look I don’t know who you are popping up like this. Come in Century 21. Come in please. Look will you stop messing about. How are you doing this? I’ve got to find me. Haven’t we all! Got to find ourselves. You don’t understand. To reach a better understanding. Look, this is serious!
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Chapter 6
MESSAGE FROM THE FUTURIZER:.
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Chapter 7
My computer’s hard drive broke just before we came away and the equivalent of a filing cabinet of photos and letters were as vanished as if the house had caught fire, but there’s no wreckage, no lingering smell, just a sudden utter gap. Curiously cruel. Death is a clear cut loss, though sometimes I wake from dreams with the smell of him on me and reach out for him lying beside me and then know that he isn’t.
