Its late again, but you know, I’m really not tired. I should be I guess with only two hours sleep earlier. Guess ‘us witches’ must have a higher resilience to time sequences than most – at least, so I’ve been told!
Bit of good news earlier via. A phone call anyway. Got the price ‘up’d’ on that manuscript from America. Just one request (well almost a condition really), they need me to do an introduction to it. They really like the ‘hurt little girl’ angle; well they would really wouldn’t they, being America?! They love (what they see as) ‘soap operas’ over there; you only have to look at “Dallas” if you don’t believe that! (Anybody remember “Dallas”? . . . no?, well never mind!).
The lady said to me on the phone earlier . . . “Is this really all true?” “No”, I said, but that’s really what makes it so entertaining!” I had then to explain that it was not fiction, but that it all happened in reality – ‘vampires an’ all! So they want it even more now, that’s how I was able to get a higher price! Funny business writing sometimes: you just never know how – or where – its going to ‘take off’!
The 2nd volume of my autobiography is going well – right in the middle of all the legal stuff at the moment. Obviously take a little longer than before as from now on its all ‘new’ writing. The first Vol. is sure getting around. You know its funny who’s actually coming across it. But having said that, its in quite a few bookshops and many more go by mail order. Anyway Don Ecker messaged me from the US to say he’s got his copy now, but hasn’t read it all yet. I’m sure he’ll love some of the funny bonky things in it when he gets to those. Oh yes! Nothing has been left out (or will be left out) and the record has been set straight
That goes for the ‘secret’ Yorkshire receipes as well. All will be revealed – in more ways than one!
But I’m a little tired at the moment, so I won’t go on. Nothing much else for the moment anyway.
Bloody hell, the prodigal son returns. One can only wonder what sort of activity makes you so “tired” all the time!
What makes me so tired Cat is some of the nonsense I have to put up with (although, I admit, not from yourself in this instance!).
The last thing I really want is for “irrate women” to go on circulating theses stories about me – or should I say ‘tell all’ stories about my supposed ‘love affairs’ with them!
What does NOT make me tired, is what you might otherwise be suggesting!
Its too many writing committments, really. I guess the bottom line is, I really do need a good reliable secretary. But one that I can trust next time!
For the moment,
Do you ever wear a hat?
No I never wear hats – just don’t like them!
You know I read the latest bonky blog posting and noted with interest that the bulk of an entire dinner party was unashamedly devoted David Farrant. I am curious how it feels to have a person focus that much time and energy on you. Rather than celebrate their own birthday they chose to spend that time discussing yourself. Are you flattered, concerned, or indifferent?
You asked . . .
“You know I read the latest bonky blog posting and noted with interest that the bulk of an entire dinner party was unashamedly devoted David Farrant. I am curious how it feels to have a person focus that much time and energy on you. Rather than celebrate their own birthday they chose to spend that time discussing yourself. Are you flattered, concerned, or indifferent?”
To answer your question: in a funny sort of way I am flattered Cat, but really more amused.
The man is obviously obsessed with myself and seems to spend most of his life either talking or writing about me, or attacking or ‘stalking’ anybody who comes into contact with me Guess its not so amusing, more sick. This might worry a lot of people (indeed it has done) but, as I have said before, I am the preverbal duck’s back –he is the water!
I really don’t know why, but I just seem to have a strange effect on some people.
The Yorkshire Cook Book is the same – although not quite as bad. But the obsessive nature with myself is still there, albeit in a totally negative way. I suppose I’m really far more amused at her claims and the way she just blindly repeats his obsessive propaganda, but then maybe such shared characteristics is what attracted them back together.
So I guess the answer to your question is all three suggestions: I am indifferent, in a strange way flattered and mildly amused!
For the moment
Why is Bonky wearing a Yoruba Kofia hat? Is he getting jiggy with the Lord and in touch with his African roots? Love the leisure suit and bling, but someone should him that went out with disco.
While the ladies look fairly well dressed, Brother Keith looks like he dressed for a Nirvana concert, but forgot Kurt Corbin is dead. To Dude 1 next to Mrs. Bonky – Dude, iron your shirt. Long, tucked belts went out in 1992. Dude 2 – iron your shirt and tuck it in.
And come to think of it, I keep a blog devoted to you two odd birds…I must be starkers mad myself!
Flossie has got it right. The man with the tucked-in belt flap looks like he just came from a Huey Lewis concert circa 1982.