How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim
discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the
absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
The Vivians returned to the family home and immediately dismissed Brad, despite his cerebral impediments and scant prospects. After wandering for days Brad settled into the very path Ukifune was travelling, at exactly the same pace and exactly three Kilometres behind her.
And sure enough, it WAS Pim and Bim who met Ukifune by the barbed wire, each bearing a portion of Mr. Love. A superstitious person might describe this reunion as the design of dark powers, latent in the cosmos, since the dawn of time.
Why it took Pim and Bim as long to reach the destination by truck as it did for Ukifune on foot was that they’d misprogrammed the GPS and detoured to Norway where, encountering the Well-Dressed Albatross, they’d been enthralled by his reminiscences, great raconteur that he was.
Imagine Ukifune’s surprise when she came down out of the mountains with Mr. Love’s brain, and saw the truck containing Mr. Love’s body.
Like Clive, Ukifune traversed a mountain range to reach Mrs. Love. At night she placed Mr. Love’s brain outside the tent she’d had the foresight to bring. Like a Djinn arguing for its release from the lamp, the brain dangled bait before her, bait which she wisely refused to take.
Brad and Ukifune resumed kickboxing and cribbage. Despite the fact that Brad had improved substantially at both, the games lacked the magic they’d had in jail (which, sadly, is often the case.) Finally Ukifune departed, seeing no alternative but to deliver the brain to Mrs. Love.
After days of wandering without sight of a living soul, Clive at last came upon Kåre and Pål, respectively bass and drums for the black metal band ‘Hermoðr á Helferð.’ Newly vegan, they were out for a post-prandial stroll to aid digestion, and commune with nature.
Clive’s modelling career had morphed into an acting career. Cast in a film version of Peer Gynt, he mistakenly booked a flight to Bergen instead of Oslo and chose to walk the last 500 km to his destination. The propositions of modern philosophy were cold (literally) comfort.
When Mr. Love’s semi-capitated remains were found dangling like tatters of a spent piñata from the cord of a projector screen, the university saw fit to ship the brainless corpse to Mrs. Love, via a transport company newly fledged by Pim and Bim to pay for their tango lessons.
Not having a television or wireless, Brad was given to studying Poto and Cabengo, and despite understanding nothing of their language he was completely correct about what they were discussing.
