Our future Prime Minister texted me this photo late one night a couple of weeks ago, from her Mumbai hotel room. I implored her to press the magic button and report back. But, alas, I received no news as to what wonders it dials up. I then awoke to a one-line email from her asking … Continue reading DIAL ‘M’ FOR MAGIC
Last night, I had a prophetic (sort-of) dream, in which I – apparently – received Derren Brown’s mobile phone number.
I suppose my relationship with words and meaning changed. I was – unusually, I’d suggest – surrounded by, immersed in, positive ‘subliminal persuasion’.
I begin ‘I Can Bend Minds With My Spoon’ 2.0 with an update on whatever the fuck it is that the Freemasons are up to…
Comrades: I find myself in the midst of an Illuminati plot. Or possibly just perpetrating a postal crime. Unclear.