18
November
Cell! I’m
going to start here again this morning, simply because I came to a part of
novel that has partly shown me where King is going with it. From what I see the
main premise is that we humans only use about 25% of our brains. As it happens,
a few years ago I began a story that used that same 25% as its staring point.
Nothing has been done to it for a long time; I got a bit lost with it so left
it and moved onto something else. So thank you Mr King for giving me a boot up
the backside with your work.
I
actually have a number of such unfinished works, my new Fred Cooper is one of
them. It was intended to be #3 of a series but again, I got lost with it. Now I
know that it really does need a major rewrite to bring back on track. Basically
though the story line is very weak and wishy-washy and needs tidying and
tightening up. Another one is DI Marty Jayne novel, based firmly here in
Dorktown that I am part way through. There’s another one, again based here
abouts, partly a murder story and partly a ghost story. I have a feeling that
Marty might come into that one too.
I sat
reading of a murder investigation in the Dorktown News some time ago and I had
another story line come to mind. What came of it is a major car crash with two
deaths and the follow up investigation that finds a major regional drug supply
ring. And then there’s … … … Far too many to try to list really. These ones are
the major on-going, but stalled works.
As
regular readers will know I am dead set against all the Americanisms that are
finding their way into our language over the last few years. Well, on BBC
Midlands Today last night I heard of one of the worst such invaders; ‘closure’,
this time in respect of a missing Coventry woman, missing now for 25 years. Oh
dear, that can never really happen can it? No matter where it is used there will
always be thoughts of about what happened to her and why. If anything untoward
has happened to her, if and when a culprit is found and perhaps jailed, those
thought will still remain unanswered, leaving her family to grieve over her
loss.
Another
one I took an immediate hatred for when I heard a Yank speaking on telly some
years ago. She wanted to move away from giving someone a present but to ‘gift’
them. Ye Gods! What are these people eating and drinking? Whatever it is I don’t
want it if it’s likely to turn me into word making idiot! And what about K9
when they are talking about a dog, especially a working dog? What’s wrong with the
word dog? That’s one I saw somewhere locally about working dogs, but I can’t
remember where and how. I just remember being pissed off about it. Thank God
for the Guide Dogs for the Blind for not changing the name to fit in with more
crap from across the pond.
Oh
listen, it’s quiet at last. (Yes I know you can’t hear anything here – just try
to imagine it.) The reason for that is that sparky out the front hall has
finally stopped drilling holes in our outside wall. There’s working going on
next door and they need to run a new earthing cable but because of the stairs
it means they have to run the trunking for it along our wall. The sooner they
are finished over there the better for us. I don’t know how Roy is getting with
it all going on around him. That issue and the storage problems for three weeks
is why we cancelled having our kitchen done.
And so to
today’s photo …
Steps in Brum leading up to part of the Bullring complex.
Today’s
funny …
Lady 1: "Why is your husband so punctual when
returning home from work?"
Lady 2: "I made a simple rule: sex will begin at 9pm sharp, whether he is there or not."
Lady 2: "I made a simple rule: sex will begin at 9pm sharp, whether he is there or not."
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