Clive happened to be in the vicinity of Camden Town when the news broke
Pim Comic Strip
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.
Coming across a daily paper Slim was horrified to discover the town so impressed by the yarn-bombing that Joaxín would get a yearly stipend to continue decorating the streets.
Arriving at Gatwick to meet the Well-Dressed Albatross, Meg and Peg were NOT happy.
Joaxín too awoke, assessed the damage, and found Ukifune staring from the window in wonder.
Ukifune awoke and surveyed the chaos the night had brought to the shop. Opening her window she saw neighbours enraged by the vandalism Slim had wrought (though she herself was agog at the brilliant knitting that sleeved everything on the street.)
Shrewdly, Slim vacated the premises before Animal Control arrived. Not, however, before plundering Joaxín’s inventory and yarn-bombing the entire street.
In fact, Slim had called animal control. And so the Well-Dressed Albatross was disentangled and imprisoned with albatross of, shall we say, a less refined feather.
After finding an ancient wall phone—still and miraculously connected to a communications grid—Slim made the call, though not to the agency the Well-Dressed Albatross had imagined.
When Slim came upon the Well-Dressed Albatross he had fallen afoul of quantities of yarn, and was bound Prometheuslike to old broken loom.
Once inside, Slim slithered along dank begrimed baseboards and past odd, scurrying rodents.
