micksmart

Back in the unholy decade known as the 90s—when mobile phones were bricks, the Spice Girls ruled the Earth, and computers made sounds like dying demons—I found myself on a local radio show. Nothing fancy. Just me, a microphone, and a dangerously open mind talking about the occult, Wicca, conspiracy theories, and tech so unstable it practically invited demonic possession.

The kind of stuff that made the station manager sweat and the church ladies clutch their pearls.

Then, weirdly—but not unexpectedly—I got a call from the station. Someone had been listening. Not just passively absorbing the chaos, but really listening. A bloke named Mick. From Coventry, of all places (which feels entirely correct—Coventry has always had a whiff of the uncanny). He was on holiday nearby, heard me rambling through the radio fog, and felt compelled to make contact.

Naturally.

We met—him, his girlfriend, and me: three misfits in a café that probably served lukewarm tea and existential dread. Mick was the real deal. A tech sorcerer. Way ahead of his time. While I was still sacrificing floppy disks under the full moon, he was probably running Linux builds on possessed hardware.

He worked for Evesham Computers (RIP) and was nicknamed: “The Wraith.” Because of course he was. You don’t get a name like that by accident. You earn it by writing code that shouldn't work, by summoning forgotten machines back from the dead, and by casually explaining occult correspondences like they’re patch notes.

Mick gave me something rare: a weird, eerie kind of kinship. The kind you don’t forget. He believed in the mystical and the mechanical. He showed me that being a bit strange didn’t mean being lost. Just... operating on a different frequency.

So now, years later, I’m sending a digital flare into the void: Mick “The Wraith” Smart, if you’re out there—still whispering to dead servers, still sipping tea over sigils, still fixing BIOS issues with your mind—drop me a line.

📧 sick@mylivinghell.co.uk

And to the rest of you digital voyeurs: if you know a Mick Smart from Coventry who once haunted Evesham Computers and may or may not be a tech-witch, tell him he’s remembered. He’s missed. And someone still wants to talk about ghosts in the machine and why printer errors are probably a form of psychic attack.

With love, chaos, and a faint scent of burning sage, Warlock

looking to buy a second hand q100 wheelcair or similar in the devon cornwall area as mine has gone completely to the breakers yard in the sky ... many thanks sick@mylivinghell.co.uk

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