Tim Waltho

When I was a kid I’d only turn the lamp off in bed when I liked the numbers on the digital alarm clock next to it. I used to walk my dog and then walk back exactly the same way because I believed there was an invisible string attached to me, and I didn’t want to snag it.

Now, I write about these things; the intricacies, strange hang-ups and idiosyncrasies of everyday people – tales of everyday madness. I write these stories from a small terrace in Smethwick, sometimes on a laptop, sometimes on a typewriter because  I love the smell of ink.

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