Hacker

I was a hacker. Part of a team tracking someone across the A roads and villages of the UK. Tracing with GPS and cell sites. Living off fast food and sleeping in motels. Keeping in touch with email and Twitter. Dog tired we ended up in Scotland at a hotel and a remote beach. The chase was called off - it had all been an exercise. Back to the hotel for rest, playing pool and my back against the cool chalky walls. The subject was revealed - we had been tracking a renegade with an illicit cheese. With crackers it made a fine snack

Tara PT

I was a student, green, a player. Inexperienced but willing to go along for the ride. I queued, I walked, I bought fast food. I roomed with three other guys in a shady loft full of boxing memorabilia. I walked formal gardens and took an aerial ride on a spacehopper. I met Tara PT who was inexplicably interested in me, and we spent the evening partying. Returning to the loft I found there was no room for me or my stuff...