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Insert lightbulb and *ping* noise here ----> <---- [Jan. 30th, 2003|05:27 pm]
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Had an idea today for a bit of fiction that I'm quite excited about... will take about a fortnight to work out whether it's a goer and set it up but, if it is, you'll hear about it here first.

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No room in the 'books' input field to put the author in - it's Conrad Russell, great-grandson of the Victorian PM Lord John "Radical Jack" Russell. Good bloke - something of a fixture at London Liberal Democrat conferences, where he is the regional chair and elder statesman. Presented me with an award once.
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From: (Anonymous)
2003-01-30 12:24 pm (UTC)

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I also had an idea for a bit of fiction today that I'm quite excited about - but not letting on 'til I've thought about it a bit more.

What do you think of the Russell book? I thought he has a way of distilling very complex concepts into precise arguments which you can relate to.

Please do get the citizens of Reykjavik to come and take their weather away - they have been complaining over there, evidently, that they are not getting enough of the white stuff. Whereas here it just makes life chaotic.

We have this convention in London that if two flecks of snow touch the pavement of the City or the West End, there are no Tubes or mainline trains for the rest of the week. They just stop dead. Were it not for the fact that many of them have stopped dead already and the Mayor says we shouldn't be surprised if we take the Tube and wind up dead. And I have these geraniums I'm trying to keep alive which don't like the cold. And my car's a Rover which means it actually falls to bits if any snow touches it. Bah humbug. Sorry. This is your journal, not mine and I shall stop ranting.

The following is completely true. In Rekjavik, they issue weather warnings about walking dogs on very windy days, because Icelandic dogs have a proclivity for flying out horizontally on the end of their leads if the wind catches them. I promise that I read this in a real Icelandic newspaper.

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