Happy new year, meet the new year, same as the old year. More of that to follow.
It was far from hectic doing the ‘turn it off and on again’ IT support over the festive season, when it was clear the institutions had actually turned it off and gone home, unlike the helpdesk who where stuck at the coalface. I was sat at a computer with time to use up, so why not write a novel ?
Well, the not, would be it being a prog rock concept novel, in forty-seven parts, based on the zen motorcycle spare parts catalogue.
Here follows a brief extract :-
In the sitcom Black Books, Bernard had a girlfriend, Rowena, or Roweeeeeeeeeeeena and the heroine of this piece’s name is purely co-incidental
She believes that if a couple spend their wedding night in a cave on one of two large rocks, then their babies will come out bright blue. That may fade, but what stays with the child is an unpredictable, random, magical, special talent.
Travelling the obviously Arthurian lands, it being prog that is, she comes across one that has never seen theatre and decides to introduce it.
My special talent is NOT punctuation, grammar, simile, litotes, big words, writing, and most especially not, editing. It goes on and on and that’s just the intro.
It does contain music puns as bad as that above, about three if you can spot them.
I’d suggest one person guessing an artist and any of them’s songs maybe. Possibly doing actors or comedians as a bunch.
Sincere apologies to all concerned, not the singers, just any poor sod that has to wade through it, drum solo and all.
Cheers me dears
Alfie (via Chris)