Eight
He preferred reading the paper to watching the TV news. He didn’t like the way they sensationalised everything on television, and he was sick of seeing all those pictures of Syrians killing each other with crude barrel bombs dropped from helicopters.
He turned the page and scanned the stories on page five. There it was. Four lines neatly advising readers of the discovery of the body of Mark Tidler, described as a homeless squatter and known alcoholic, in a building in Long Street. There was no photograph. There was no mention of any police investigation. He shook his head. Four lines summarising a complete life. The very brevity of it confirming his belief that he was doing the world a favour by ending failed human experiments that nobody cared about.
He put down the paper and pou
