I don’t do a lot of personal entries but that will change. I’ve hived my work bibblings off to a seperate place. My life recently has been like a middle class version of the Jeremy Kyle show. Not that such a thing would ever be possible, but it would be rubbish.
Tilly
And her Daddy
What’s your excuse for not writing the book now you’ve got a cover image ?
I’ve started doing stuff. I had that Cockwood Boy on at me last week about it. I need to learn to write first.
What’s wrong with pressing the usual world weary voice of utter cynicism into service?; that would surely help the thing write itself.
I think you mean loveable curmudgeonliness.
Indeed I do, if, that is, you think your catchphrase, ‘They’re just a bunch of c***s aren’t they,’ is lovable and curmudgeonly.
That’s unfair. You need the twinkle in the eye to carry it off in the style of James Robertson Justice.
The top pic on its own on the cover of a book would sell a million copies. She’s bloody gorgeous. As for the bottom pic, well… what can I say other than he looks as if he’s being shown a bottle of Sancerre in Shaffers. 😉