Norfolk is a long way away from anywhere, and if I were you, I shouldn't start from here. By the time you get to the outskirts of Cromer, any distinctions between science, beachcombing, social commentary, writing and animal husbandry have started to blur. When the process is complete, you know you've arrived at the End Of The Pier Show. So, welcome. Find somewhere to park your unicycle. Pull up a girrafe chair. Make yourself comfortable.
Monday, September 20, 2010
The Maison Des Girrafes Caption Competition #62
One day I'll write a proper blog post again. One day.
Oh, how true that is. I'm glad it's not just me. After each season of Dr Who I can legitimately respond by chasing offspring down the hall barking PROCRASTINATE! PROCRASTINATE! YOU WILL BE PROCRASTINATED!
By night, the writing never stops. As well as being a featured columnist for BBC Focus magazine, he is working on several book projects. These include a popular-science book about human evolution (this week's working title - The Myth Of Progression: On The Tangled Bank of Darwin's Imagination); a projected new edition of his 1996 graduate-level text Before The Backbone; a palaeo book for kids and maybe a graphic novel (both with Luis V. Rey); a massive SF bonkbuster; and a kids' book calledDefiant The Guinea-Pig: Firefighter! (with his younger daughter, Crox Minima). An active Tolkienist, he is the Editor of Mallorn, the Journal of the Tolkien Society.
He lives in Cromer, Norfolk, England, with his family and numerous pets, and enjoys playing blues organ, beachcombing, supporting Norwich City FC, and falling asleep.
He is represented by Jill Grinberg Literary Management LLC, and that's where all inquiries about sole-author book projects should be directed in the first instance.
Disclaimer: the views and opinions expressed on this blog and in the comments do not necessarily reflect those of the Nature Publishing Group. (In the Town Hall if wet: restrictions may apply).
Herewith is the Roll of Honour in which Participants in this Blog are Judged to have made a Contribution that Transcends the Mere Ordinariness of the Merely Ordinary, and, Stepping Forward, receive the Order of the Unicycling Girrafe, and, this having been attained, shall join, in Perpetuity, Eternally and Forever, Whichever Lasts Longest, the Grand Order of the Unicycling Girrafe, and Shall Henceforth be Entitled to Style Themselves as GOOFTUG, Notwithstanding Inasmuch as Which, Ahem, Clears Throat:
Ms C. T. of South Wales, and Dr M. C. of Kingston upon Thames.
No, you can't have a glass of water. Go Back To Bed!
ReplyDeleteOh, how true that is. I'm glad it's not just me. After each season of Dr Who I can legitimately respond by chasing offspring down the hall barking PROCRASTINATE! PROCRASTINATE! YOU WILL BE PROCRASTINATED!
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ReplyDeleteDis one here iz all mine. MINE, I say!
ReplyDelete"We were just, um, kissing. There's no law against that is there? "
ReplyDelete"I know you've been reading this essay, but don't even think about it, buddy"
ReplyDeleteAnd what a very odd essay it is.
ReplyDeleteIs "One day I'll write a proper blog post again. One day." your suggestion for a caption, Henry?
ReplyDelete'Push off Heidi, we waz heer first.'
It wasn't meant to be a caption. More a cri-de-coeur. But I expect it'll do.
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