Dragons And Morlocks And Incest, Oh My!
Do you know why there’s so much adultery, wife-swapping¹ and whatever other tawdry ways the denizens eke out their wretched existence, in Zone 3?
Because there’s f**k all else to do there!
The TV is witless, the kids are driving you up the wall, you hate your spouse and the pub shuts at 23:00.
You’ve got nowhere to go, no-one to go with and nothing to do when you get there — because, wherever you go, there you are; and where you are is in another Zone 3 shithole like the one you just left.
When you live somewhere with a population of 2,000 it might as well have a population of 2 … because, when it comes down to finding like-minded people with whom to have fun, even 100% of f**k all is a whole load of nobody.
What are you going to do to keep from tearing your hair out?
Well, there’s always someone to do, isn’t there?
And, if it’s illicit, it’s exciting, isn’t it?
So, now you know: it’s because it’s Zone 3.
Obviously, I can’t help but make mention of London in the Commuter Chronicles.
But … much to my own surprise … it would appear that I haven’t gathered these all together before.
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¹ Mind you … in Zone 3², wife-swapping simply means father and son swapping sisters for the night.
² That’s where you³ live, that is.
³ Yes … you!
