Double meaning of today’s blog post. Yes, I’m back to work but I’ve also developed a bad back. I thought it was the kind of bad back you get for sitting around too long, so after I’d finished writing an article this morning (not sure if it will appear), I thought I’d rearrange my room. Turns out it’s the kind of bad back you get by rearranging a room. Wish I hadn’t started now.

Last night, I finished The Cartel, which got even more grisly at the end. Happy to have finished it. Much as I love Don Winslow’s work, I might leave it a little time before I read the next one. I feel like I need to give my soul a little time to heal. That’s why I thought I’d tidy the room. Too many books and they’re beginning to crowd in on my favourite reading spot.

I’m generally running out of space and thought it might be time to pull down my drawing desk. I don’t use it (I’m all digital now) and I can’t see my ever needing to using pen and ink. If I’d had some success as a cartoonist, maybe… But not now. I’d rather have the space.

The problem is that after demolishing the desk and packing it away, I still don’t have much space. My old iMac G4 was hidden under there. I’m really hesitant to part with it (I keep telling myself it’s a classic) but I have no use for it.

Not sure where this blog post is heading. I just thought I’d update it whilst I’m just taking a breather before I return to the hellish problem I’ve made for myself and my back.

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It’s a cool domain name and it was available. Yes, I know. Available. Crazy, isn’t it?


Yes. It also helps that it’s also my favourite satire written by Alexander Pope, one of the most metrically pure English poets who also knew his way around a crude insult or two. If you’ve not read it, you should give it a try.

So this is satire, right?

Can’t deny it. There will be some. But it’s also an experiment in writing and drawing, giving work away for free in order to see how many people are willing to support a writer doing his thing. It’s the weird stuff that I wouldn’t get published elsewhere in this word of diminishing demands and cookie-cutter tastes.