Gods back to the claustrophobia tht is Royston Vasey in a coach. I love this place as long as I only have to visit. Met up with the Blacksmiths Granddaughter again and I cannot believe her energy she runs way to many things and has asixteen motnh old kid, I used to have that energy. … Read More

Lenny Henry; funny guy. I had a good evening out with Rat, Sweetie and my Gentleman Friend in Preston. Tomorrow I subject the Jellicle Cat to my entire village. And the other village in France. Seems like whenever I take him home he ends up meeting both sets of parents. I’m a big believer in … Read More

I often use words not entirely correctly because I use them how they feel rather than paying strict attention to dictionary definitions. This is fine when I’m writing poetry or prose but if I slip off into slightly trancey Mish writing world whilst declaring my way of taking on the universe it does rather seem … Read More

I was having a conversation with a friend a while back and they brought up the notion of a mutual friend of ours being ‘noted for their promiscuity’, I didn’t disagree. In an email conversation later something was said in reference to this same friend that I misunderstood as refering to me. To be honest … Read More

We’re unable to market this kind of fiction. We don’t think the ending holds up to the promise of the story. We can’t find a market for this kind of fiction. Gods damn it I will be fucking published. In other news I had a good evening.