Kung Hei Fat Choi, Kung Xi Fa Chai, Chuk Mung Nam Moi & Happy New Year of the Monkey.

Busy, busy, busy...

Have been busy typing up and tweeking a couple of older projects that I co-wrote with Viv Laine, as we've both enrolled for two comedy theatre workshops. We wrote a musical (using established rock classics), called RESURRECTION DAY, which is a cross between a 'Carry On' script and Burke & Hare. The other, and possibly the most exciting, is the pilot for a sitcom series, THE WRITE WAY. It's based around an unfortunate writers' group, of which both Viv and I have plenty of experience. Let's hope resurrecting these written works proves profitable.

Boxing Day Blues

You can tell it's Boxing Day; Jehovah's Witnesses out in force. Two visits so far. Geeky young fella first, then smiling elderly couple. I argued with the young chap for a short while and suggested he read my FATHER OF LIES. He declined, so I did the same with his offer of The Watchtower. Meanwhile, the great god, Consumerism, gains more converts with The Sales. Adherents work themselves up into a frenzy, where any common sense they had evaporates at the hint of a bargain price for something they don't need. Ah well, all religions have their down sides.

A very peaceful Samhain, from my home to yours.

Things are about to get bloody...

I do it in fog!

Sharing a Hallowe'en window with authors, Viv Laine and Eleanor Piper.