September 19th, 2006


shameless self-promotion

For anyone who's out there listening, my short story `The Pavement Artist' is in the latest edition of The Year's Best Fantasy & Horror. And a fine-looking book it is, too. I've only had a chance to dip into my complimentary copy, but so far my favourite story is Howard Waldrop's `The Horse Of A Different Color (That You Rode In On)' with Kim Newman's `The Gypsies In The Woods' a close second. Mostly, though, I just sit looking at the book and grinning. When my copy arrived I did the Happy Dance and put my back out.

I notice that the story about the Sudanese man forced to marry a goat ( is still the most-emailed story on the BBC's news website, even after a week or so. It's actually a story which surfaced back in February, but apparently one of the tabloids picked it up and ran it as a recent event, which aroused interest, so to speak, all over again. Which is strange, because as far as I recall the story didn't cause any interest at all when it first ran, and now suddenly everybody's emailing it to everybody else.

I'm also a little confused - although there's probably a perfectly good explanation - about why, when their Prime Minister was outed for lying, the protestors in Budapest went out and burned down Hungarian state television rather than the Parliament building. Seems kind of counter-intuitive to me. If Tony Blair was caught lying, would we necessarily march on the BBC? Still, the footage of the lone water cannon I was watching just before I went to bed last night was a classic of its kind; hosing down anybody in its way, to no great effect, and then running out of water. I still haven't managed to find out what happened to the guys inside.
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