Mes Amis
Some days I worry I may be a bit like Howard Moon when it comes to hearing critiques of my work...
If only there were a publisher who bought books based on one perfect sentence...
Au revoir
Russel
Showing posts with label Mighty Boosh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mighty Boosh. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
I live... again!
Mes Amis
Yes, I am not (contrary to popular opinion) dead. Merely... resting. And, no, for those who wonder, I have not been kidnapped by an old lady and forced to live under her lavender scented stairs. That is merely a rumour started by some naughty writist who shall remain unnamed.
After the christmas insanity, I dissapeared into the badgercave for a while to recuperate. And now I have returned. So belated new years wishes to all and so forth.
What have I learned in my absence?
Well, according to one co-worker who saw me reading LIGHTS OUT, Jason Starr is *not* a noir writer, but the creator of Sex and The City*.
People looooove to give Book Tokens at Christmas (even to people who don't read, as I have discovered in the new year).
Early to bed and early to rise doesn't make you healthy, wealthy or wise.
I am the world's most disorganised man.
Even Doctor Who falls prey to the curse of THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL and winds up making the weakest episode in the whole of the show's new run (closely followed by LOVE AND MONSTERS).
Torchwood only showed some balls in the last two episodes, but was let down as ever by major coincidences and ambition beyond capability (the silly Godzilla monster thing with the killer shadow).
The Dundee Rep Panto is always darker (and scarier) than families expect and may be designed and written by fans of THE MIGHTY BOOSH.
All Christmas is really about is being with family and friends and not having to worry about anything for a day.
We now (perhaps) return you to the regularly scheduled nonsense.
Au revoir
Russel
*Apparently that was Darren Starr. Candace Bushnell wrote the book, this Starr fellow was the showrunner of the TV show. But wouldn't the world be a more interesting place if Jason had been the brains behind the show?
Yes, I am not (contrary to popular opinion) dead. Merely... resting. And, no, for those who wonder, I have not been kidnapped by an old lady and forced to live under her lavender scented stairs. That is merely a rumour started by some naughty writist who shall remain unnamed.
After the christmas insanity, I dissapeared into the badgercave for a while to recuperate. And now I have returned. So belated new years wishes to all and so forth.
What have I learned in my absence?
Well, according to one co-worker who saw me reading LIGHTS OUT, Jason Starr is *not* a noir writer, but the creator of Sex and The City*.
People looooove to give Book Tokens at Christmas (even to people who don't read, as I have discovered in the new year).
Early to bed and early to rise doesn't make you healthy, wealthy or wise.
I am the world's most disorganised man.
Even Doctor Who falls prey to the curse of THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL and winds up making the weakest episode in the whole of the show's new run (closely followed by LOVE AND MONSTERS).
Torchwood only showed some balls in the last two episodes, but was let down as ever by major coincidences and ambition beyond capability (the silly Godzilla monster thing with the killer shadow).
The Dundee Rep Panto is always darker (and scarier) than families expect and may be designed and written by fans of THE MIGHTY BOOSH.
All Christmas is really about is being with family and friends and not having to worry about anything for a day.
We now (perhaps) return you to the regularly scheduled nonsense.
Au revoir
Russel
*Apparently that was Darren Starr. Candace Bushnell wrote the book, this Starr fellow was the showrunner of the TV show. But wouldn't the world be a more interesting place if Jason had been the brains behind the show?
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