Reading is a like supporting a football team, some times you get an absolute corker, sometimes its nil-nil and worse than watching paint dry.
Ask yourself a question, take a piece of blank A4 paper and a pencil and place them, side by side, on the table in front of you. Now, what do you see?
If you can see a complex, unyielding cornucopia of life, of death, and the emotions these things bring with them then you my friend, will never want for another friend again.
It is said that there is a thin line between madness and genius, I for one am utterly insane. And, much prefer life on this side of the line. Who wants to be a genius? That would only mean tweed jackets, very bad moustaches and way too many beards, and that’s just the ladies.
Why would I want to be stuck in some cold winters retreat with thirty other geniuses debating the existence of anti-matter, or life on other planets, when I can answer all these questions with a simple pencil and paper. It might not be correct; it might be so completely ludicrous that the thirty winter bound geniuses would spend the next twenty years debating just how wrong I am. By which time their moustaches will be so indeterminably long that they will conjoined to form a mass of hair so large it will affect the balance of the earth.
Now who’s the insane one?
This is the first of three books, a trilogy if you like. Book Two, has already been written and is currently in the process of being edited and will be out later this year, (2017).
How does one write a forward, it’s such an unusual thing to do, in that case I think it would be best to make it as simple as possible.
Silence fell across hall much in the same way that a drunk collapses from his bar stool, Bambii kicked Dang (for which no one could blame her really), they’d all been sidetracked by what Dang had said.
If you’ve read that and you’re still reading, great, if you read it laughed, even better.
I thought it might be a good idea to pick a snippet from the book. Well, that’s what they call them in the trade… Pick would be the wrong word, more of an, ask your dog to stick her paw on the keyboard and see what pops up.
Thankfully, she didn’t write the rest.