The anthology progresses. I have many emails to answer. I’ll get to them. it does seem that my idea of becoming a publisher could be one of my better ones and might actually work. There will be some financial outlay at first but nothing ventured, nothing gained as one of the forgotten sayings goes.
‘Fine words butter no parsnips’ was another one. Today I met someone who instantly got the ‘There’s been a milk spill’ – ‘Well there’s no use crying over it’ rejoinder. There is hope in the Local Shop staff yet. She’ll never be made manager though. Far too intelligent and normal.
Oh, I should add, no fanfiction. That’s where you take someone else’s copyrighted characters and make a story about them. And no slash fiction, no homoerotic fantasies about Kirk and Spock or Rimmer and Lister, that sort of thing. Even if they already did it.
None of that has yet appeared in my inbox. It’s a pre-emptive strike on my part.
True stories are okay if fictionalised. I have one I am pondering. I’m not Private Eye and can’t fight a libel case. It’s a good one and might be fixable.
But I digress. As you would expect.
There is moaning about parking on pavements. In Scotland it is actually illegal for your tyres to hit the kerb at any time because it means you’re a shit driver. I never heard of it being enforced but I have heard of warnings .
But yeah. If you have no room to park, don’t park there. It’s not that hard to work out.
Owning a car does not make you God. I have one and I leave it where it is safe and legal to leave it and not in anyone else’s way. It just seems the polite way to behave.
Parking on the pavement lets the traffic flow, sure, but what about pedestrians? You let your driving mates through but you say fuck the walkers. Is that how you want to be thought of?
Cars live on the road, not the pavement. They are separated spaces for a reason.
I think fines for being a self important arse are pretty much justified.