THANKS FOR READING
We passed 20 000 hits on the site last night, which would probably have happened a couple of days ago had I not lost half my template, and therefore, my hit tracker.
Thanks for reading, everyone. Now, if anyone’s got any ideas how I can get this thing out there a bit more widely than it is at the moment, feel free to let me know.
MORE NOVEL PROGRESS
710 new words on Nouvelle Hollande today, which means the epilogue is finished and I only have the climax to complete until the whole damn shooting match is done, man, done! Also redrafted the first chapter, adding another 335 words, which means today saw almost 1000 words of novel work.
BAD MOVIE BOOK HAPPINESS
For all my fellow bad movie lovers out there, let me be the first to urge you to get your hands on the newly released The Official Razzie Movie Guide: Enjoying The Best of Hollywood’s Worst by John Wilson, creator of the Razzie Awards. I picked up a copy at the Edith Cowan University campus in Mt Lawley yesterday, and I haven’t stopped laughing since.
There are so many movies I need to watch now. Chesh, Martin, you up for a marathon? 🙂
YOU’RE A HARD CHILD TO BARGAIN WITH, ERIN BATTERSBY
ERIN: Old Macdonald had a farm, ee-eye-ee-eye-oh, and on that farm he had aaaa…..?
ERIN: What about a sheep?
LYN: No, a dolphin!
ME: A monkey!
ERIN: What about a sheep?
LYN: A rhinoceros!
ME: Yeah, a rhinoceros!
ERIN: (Much aggrieved) Fine then. A Nossuh-os. (Pause) With a baa baa here…
Song abandoned due to laughing parents crashing the car and killing us all….
OH GOD, WHY DO THESE QUESTIONS OCCUR TO ME?
If you laugh during a golden shower, does it come out your nose?
BECAUSE I AM A HORRIBLY SELF-INDULGENT FATHER WITH TIME ON MY HANDS
Short, cute, and both behaving at the same time for once…
NORMAL SERVICE WILL BE RESUMED AS SOON AS I WORK OUT WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE
Big word up to the fabbo Martin Livings for rescuing my blog after it decided to show only the blank backing for the last couple of days.
I’ve managed to rediscover my message board. All that remains is my list of links. Bear with me: I’ll throw them up as quickly as I remember who the hell I had up there. Of course, if you want to be linked, now would be a good opportunity to tell me.
THE KIND OF PAIN ONLY A NOTTINGHAM FOREST FAN KNOWS
We’re going to be relegated.
How cool: Ben Peeks’ interviews have been archived here for the education and entertainment of future generations of alien archaeologists.
I’m quite chuffed at the thought, actually.
Check it out: the cover to my collection, by the groovy Cat Sparks. Good, innit?