Matt Whistler looks for meteor rocks

Robot girlfriend has decided to view the world from a different angle. I was strolling along the seafront the other day when a telepathic interjection bounced off my bonce. Low and behold, ATM was dangling from the end of the West Pier transmitting thoughts that she wanted to observe conga eels to assess their humour levels and monitor sea movements for oceanographers.
ATM also told me she always wanted to be a piece of urban art but might not hold out for too long as she was only held up by a piece of blue washing line.

There she was, her sequins and golden drawing pins glistening in the sunset. I was on my way to collect a Kombucha culture (an old Chinese tea with magical properties), when I noticed the sea levels were starting to rise. It was too late to get the boat out to save ATM and the last I heard she was saved by a dolphin and washed up in Dieppe.

ATM now sells fish and travels around Northern France. In the meantime I am looking for meteor fragments from last week’s bright meteor fireball. So far on the beach I have found 25,000 pieces; the funny thing is, they look a bit like pebbles.
To be continued.