The green man's alter ego

only its name preserving its shape in a ashen cobweb of sound, wistful and delicious as if heard whispered on a marsh wind.

“It’s fine, my boy – Mummy’s treatment is a game of Space Invaders very nearly won.”

Removed for competition

90’s internet technology precluded humour; the bing-bing-brrrrs of a 56k modem wear thin after the third dial-up, and twitter’s 140 characters elicit waffle. Better to

They have speakers which pipe in News 24 in a slightly-more-left-than-right-wing nod to Nineteen Eighty-Four. They’re shabby, but it’s OK because it’...