Mes Amis
Hi Ho, Hi Ho, its off to Bouchercon we'll hopefully go... So I sent off the form and booked the hotel room, now I just gotta figure out how to pay the flights... Jesus Christ, flying to Chicago is expensive! But I am looking forward to attending this most holy of crime cons... I've always fancied going to the Windy City, too...
Thump, crash, scream... I don't know what's going on upstairs... reckon new people have moved in but they're even louder than the porn stars who lived there before... One fella has a very deep voice and rumbles in the middle of the night... and someone has very fucking heavy feet... add to that they always have a car parked in the middle of the street outside and keep moving heavy items out to it...
Fags & Lager... The very talented Charlie Williams has a new book coming out on May 10th called Fags & Lager. He just updated his website, too: thisismangel.com is the homepage of his fictional, archetypal shite English town. Check out the used bookstore and the new natterings of the townsfolk...
Who's afraid of Gilliam McKeith?... Me, for one thing. My GOD, the woman is terrifying... and what the fuck kind of accent is that? I mean, really, where the hell was she brought up? Its even worse than Sheena fuckin' Easton's abortion of an accent. That and she looks like she has far too much skin, like its all drooping down because her tiny wee skeleton wasn't build to cope with it. And more than that *she never smiles*! She grimaces, but she can't smile and she can't crack a joke (check out that horrifically scary fucking picture on her website, the one where they airbrushed out her sunken eyes and drooping skin)... Quite frankly, I don't know why she's helping these people either... They're idiots... I mean they wouldn't be overweight if they ate real food and enjoyed it. Putting them on Llamma beans is a help to no one, Miss McKeith. Teach them to appreciate food and then we might be getting somewhere.
Anyway, mes amis, that's all for now.
Au Revoir
Russel
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