Any road up, here I am, just out of me sick bed, struggling manfully to carry on, and worrying about me tax return. Does nobody care about me?
It was Wilf, possibly the most eccentric of my many eccentric sons, who is studying in Glasgow, but claimed to have got me the most original Christmas present of all time. What's more, he even managed not to forget it (thank you, Lucy) when he came down to civilisation for a while.
Go on then, sez I. Was ist? (I may be ill, but I can still show off).
'It's a gallery of famous writers,' he said. Or maybe smirked, it's hard to tell when you're suffering. 'The ones you introduced me to as among your favourites. Except the first one, bien sur. He's no one's favourite. Because it's you.'
He's a charming chap. I sometimes wonder where he gets it from. Answers on a postcard, please.
Go on then, sez I. My breath is bated.
|Vlad the Impala|
It was four pictures. In the style one might call naive. Or maybe prehistoric. Apparently a man called Sean Ryan does them, apparently on demand if you cross his palm with enough silver. I asked Wilf how much silver that actually was, but he said they were beyond price. And anyway, not to be so effin rude. In some ways, he was right. Ryan, incidentally, bills himself as 'artist, slacker, pizza fan.' Can anyone say fairer?
So here they are. The men he claims I told him were my top scribblers. And me. There will be a small cash prize to the one who names them all correctly. A very small cash prize, which will not, sadly, cover the postage of the claimant's letter.
I like them. They grew on me. And one day, Wilf assures me, they will be worth a lorra, lorra money.
|William Shakespeare (no relation)|
The other kids got me presents, too; some weird, all wunnerful. Ain't chillern just the job? They almost make life live worthing..
So maybe I'll summon up the energy to fight off this dire infection after all.
If some bugger will only bring me up a cup of tea!
Here's the link for Sean Ryan. Well worth a click. Who knows, someone might want to make you famous, too...
Incidentally, the magazine of the International Thriller Writers Association - The Big Thrill - have done a splendid interview with me about The Bonus Boys in this month's mag. Sadly, because of my inefficiency (blame the man flu!) the book won't be out for a couple of weeks. Ah me.
But here's the link: