I had written a long diatribe about the state of the arts, but it came across as the rant of a miserable old git. So I'm not going to post it in the spirit of not wishing to sound like a stuck recording.
That is all.
Monday, 20 September 2010
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Still at it...
Living. Reading. Writing. All that stuff. Keeps me out of trouble.
Of note is the fact that today I took delivery of a copy The Man Who Knew Too Much (Sexton Blake Library 350). This completes my collection of Sexton Blake's known to have been written in whole or in part by Jack Trevor Story.
If you know nothing about Sexton Blake (shame on you), then a visit here will enlighten you.
If you know nothing about Jack Trevor Story (double shame on you), a visit here will open your eyes to one of the best comic and social realist writers of the twentieth century.
I am chuffed to bits (which is gruesomely appropriate as the cover shows a man falling from a bridge into the path of a steam train).
It's not much to write home about, but there you go.
Of note is the fact that today I took delivery of a copy The Man Who Knew Too Much (Sexton Blake Library 350). This completes my collection of Sexton Blake's known to have been written in whole or in part by Jack Trevor Story.
If you know nothing about Sexton Blake (shame on you), then a visit here will enlighten you.
If you know nothing about Jack Trevor Story (double shame on you), a visit here will open your eyes to one of the best comic and social realist writers of the twentieth century.
I am chuffed to bits (which is gruesomely appropriate as the cover shows a man falling from a bridge into the path of a steam train).
It's not much to write home about, but there you go.
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