Happy Hallowe'en Y'all!

I bloody love Hallowe'en I do. I love dressing up as a witch and making crap vampire costumes for the brats, I love gallons of pumpkin soup, I love confusing the chavvy brats on my doorstep by asking them for a trick and then offloading all those gross sugar free lollipops that've been infesting my house since last Christmas onto them.
Click on this and enjoy.....possibly even funnier than the pumpkins is this guy's day job selling embarassing pharmaceutical items on t'internet.

http://www.extremepumpkins.com

Titles I wish I'd Thought Of #1224 in an occasional series.

A CHOIR OF ILL CHILDREN.

This is a 'macabre' novel in progress by Tom Piccirilli. He also writes very good articles for the Association of Horror Writers.


Edited to add: Tom Piccirilli, as you may see from the comment below, HAS finished this book and it's published by Bantam. Buy it and promote the cause of book titles that are so cool they make me spit!

Why Do I Never Learn?

I went to see The Gondoliers, by Gilbert and Sullivan, when I was at Pork University Ltd. It was considerably less fun than a barrel of monkeys who have been starved to death, allowed to turn gangrenous, grow maggots, infect the water system and start a cholera epidemic which kills 35% of the population of the UK.

So what did I do last night? I only took my son Pooky to see a production of this same lamentable nonsense. He loved HMS Pinafore, and I have this theory that to appreciate the more sophisticated forms of musical theatre, one needs a thorough grounding in its early stages of development. Hell, even I quite liked HMS Pinafore, even though the female romantic lead was old enough to be the male lead's grandmother and that was saying something.

You'll be pleased to know that, despite the passing of the years, The Gondoliers gets no less dreadful. Pooky fell asleep ten minutes before the end, which was merciful. I'd have joined him, only G&S gives me nightmares.

City of Pork Council PLC wishes to deny that it is an agent of Satan.

Towards the end of work today I spilled some fennel tea on my desk. One or two drops fell on my keyboard, so I mopped it up. Thought it was ok, but then I tried to reply to an email and all the keys would type was:

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The Triumph of Hope Over Experience

One of these days I will finish writing a book. It probably won't be thanks to nanowrimo. This is the insane contest which runs every year, in which participants try to write a book of 50,000 words in one month. (There is no prize for winning except the satisfaction being a smart arse) I have signed up again this year in the vain hope it will make me finish one of the abandoned drafts littering my computer. I told my darkling about this last year, and he actually did it. He wrote a book called Cruel World which you can download off www.dangerouswriter.co.uk. You're supposed to write it all from scratch, but what's the likelihood of that, since last year I managed about 2oo words? Wish me luck!