Wednesday November 5th 2014 Tim
The fifth of November is
remembered as Guy Fawkes Day in some parts of the world.
Here where I live this fifth of November will be devoted
almost entirely to unabashed promotional activities.
A Weaver of Inclines is almost ready to leave his
fluffy little nest, and this means the diligent writer
of pulp must take the deep breath, because out there
somewhere the likes of Ampleforth and Pewdesduckle are
thinking about what to have for their brunch and are
quite unaware of the flattering e-mail they'll soon be
As one who struggled
with the ordeal of self interviewing Tim Candler, I was
rather hoping to receive a free copy of his latest
masterpiece, but I suspect the results of a recent election
held within his county might have pissed him off a little,
so who knows whether he'll go all Republican on me and force
me to grasp the intricacies of logging in to the purveyors
of E-Books and parting with two dollars and ninety-nine
cents. Or a hundred and eighty rupees if you happen to bump
Candler assures me that the Indian Subcontinent does figure
quite large in his latest ripping yarn.