I am literally paragraphs from completing the next short story collection and I'd like it finished this weekend. The first ten stories are done, but this one is killing me and I think the final paragraphs will have to be torn from my still beating blackened smoker heart.
Monday is a smoky-drinky for a friend who is fifty (there are a lot of them lately, comes of hanging around with people my own age I suppose) and there will be no sensible typing that night. I still have to meddle with the cover, the one I hastily put together doesn't actually relate to any of the stories so it's not going on this book. More thought and more trawling through photos required.
I have been in the garden, tugging at my plums again. The wasps are biting holes in them as they ripen so they must be harvested and left to ripen indoors. That works once they start to turn but it does mean I'll have a hell of a lot of plums. I would offer a taste of my plums to the woman next door but she'd probably call the police again. 'Gardening with intent', I think they call it.
If you fold up a couple of dried baccy leaves (centre stalk removed) and wrap them in kitchen paper, then put them under something heavy for a few days, they turn out okay. Still moist and most of the bitter juices end up on the kitchen roll. I'll try scaling that up as more dry.
I also tried Rose's tip of picking a leaf after it had dried on the plant. Yes, you can smoke them straight away but damn, it's strong! I mixed it in with Amber Leaf to reduce the strength and to bulk out my current pack. Next I have to try the boiling water trick. Oh, and I have to try making some cigars.
In the news, it seems the last Labour government told us lies about the Magwai. No, really? Who would have thought it?
The UAF have made up a pathetically transparent attempt to smear the EDL, aided by the Mail who have pictures of protestors clashing with police. Looking at the pictures, the more appropriate word seems to be 'chatting'. Oh and a picture of a firecracker thrown by the EDL apparently at... themselves.
Terry Wogan has hit out at the fat police, but the fat police are busy tormenting some fat people because well, they don't like fat people very much. It's okay, fat people, it's just denormalisation. You'll get used to it. There are a lot of us in denormalised club now.
An awful lot of us. Enough to rattle a few Righteous cages. The desperation is showing now, whether it's in more and more absurd scare stories or frantically trying to hide evidence of their lies. All over the place, in the antismoking, antidrink, antifat groups, in Climatology and in all levels of government. The lies rely on plenty of stupid drones willing to believe them, and the lies have reached such dizzying heights of insanity that even the drones are starting to question them. Eventually even some MPs might notice something's not as they've been told.
Next, there will be more and more frantic denouncements of everyone and everything as the Righteous try to deflect attention from themselves. They will turn on each other but they'll still be trying to control the rest of us. There's worse to come before it all falls apart.
It will fall apart. It always does. The Righteous aren't keen on history because they don't look good in it.
Okay. Back to that story. I know how it ends, I just have to find a way to get there.