There's only one word I can use to describe myself - but I haven't found it yet, so when I do, I'll let you know. It could be a cross between 'falsetto' and 'West Country', but I don't think that's been invented yet. When it is, I'll put it on the front page of all of my books, of which there are many. You can find me, smiling away, on Amazon and Kindle, which is odd, because most of my novels are Crime Thrillers, complete with big bangs, guns, car chases, brazen hussies and ice cream. I mean, it's not even as though I have a sense of humour. That would be too much to expect, from a man born in Bristol and raised in the clarity of a 60-watt light bulb. Don't expect me to say a word about vampires, or horses, come to that: I was born near to a farm, but had to shout, to get the horses to hear me. That's another field entirely.
Okay, this is a Blog, and it might seem disingenuous to be talking about another Blog, somewhere else. But here’s the funny thing – my other Blog posts are on that very wonderful site, ‘Goodreads’. It’s a place for books – and readers. Funny, that. I’ve written a dozen Blog posts on GoodReads and not one damn ‘Reader’ has bothered to take time out from their busy scehdules to read those posts. ‘Readers’? Try the word ‘Skimmer’, or ‘Glancer’, or ‘Skipper’. Nobody, it seems, amongst the gang who are happy to call themselves ‘Readers’ will sit down and read a Blog from me, the author. Why? It’s free! (‘Readers’ love ‘Free’. I know. I keep giving away e-books and they’re flying off the shelves. Blog posts – No.)
I know, you thought I was just a boring old writer, someone chained to a desk to churn out words on a daily basis. Well, maybe, but that’s only this year.
Last year I was out on the road, doing exotic dancing with the team. You don’t believe me? But I have the photo evidence. I’ll attach it at the bottom there. Yay, check out the abs.
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It’s Almeria, (that’s Spain, to the likes of you and me), but wait – they’re still in the 1990s. Oh, blessed days, when Manchester was ‘Mad’ (and Salford was merely angry). How things have changed. Progress? I’ll take a soupcon of salt, thank you very muchly.
I don’t believe in UFO’s. Well, at least, I didn’t, until this strange object appeared in the sky and followed me around, from pillar to post and gateway to attic. Haunted? I should be so lucky. If I’m ever haunted it won’t be by someone I know. It will be the Taxman