Post and run...

A real quickie while I guzzle down some coffee as I'm doing some part-time work on a magazine at the moment. The early mornings are not pretty when I've got used to getting up at 9.30 every day. Oh dear...Anyway, someone (very sorry but I can't remember your name) asked if Diary Of A Crush was available in the States. Well, you can buy it on import from Amazon.com but it is actually going to be

Nothing short of total procrastination...

If I put my mind to it, I'll have finished the final draft of Let's Get Lost tomorrow and can spend Sunday doing fun things like going to the cinema. Instead I'm sitting here and staring out of the window at a grey sky as it tries really hard to thunderstorm and realise that I've just spent two hours faffing about now 5 minutes actually working on the book. That's not a good work/faffing about

Happy Father's Day!

Hello pop kidsI guess, like most of you, I'm going to be celebrating Father's Day with my Dad, and the rest of my family. We'll eat some food, share some stories and probably have at least one argument before we part company. It's kinda what families do. Though I'll be having a dad/daughter movie and meal bonding event later on in the week, when it's just the two of us. But right now I must get

Things that make my heart go pitter patter

* First cup of coffee of the day.* Being in the pool on a sunny day and swimming right under the skylight where the water's sun-dappled.* Being all clean and post-showered with just-shaved legs and then sliding into a freshly laundered bed and snuggling down with a good book as the rain pelts against the Velux windows.* Hanging out with good friends and giggling at whatever DVD we're watching

Drive-by posting...

Just a quickie because I have to hand in a big article first thing tomorrow morning for a magazine and I need to get back to it - though actually being a writer is one of those jobs where you never shake that Sunday afternoon feeling of having too much homework!I forgot to mention for anyone here from the US or Canada that Pretty Things is now available to buy in the shops or on the interpipe.

A devastating observation

Coldplay is the Goo Goo Dolls of this decade. An "alternative" band that's safe and bland enough for office managers and housewives to listen to. They can feel like they're on the cutting edge without upsetting the car pool.

I mean, they're not terrible or anything, but let's calm the fuck down, shall we? Gwyneth Paltrow could've married Robb Thomas and never noticed the difference.

So go ahead, keep loving Coldplay. Just know that you're a douchebag and we all see right through you.

"Comedy" night

I recently (not actually recent, but right in the middle of my blog hiatus) attended a comedy show at Miyagi's on Sunset. If you're from Los Angeles, you might recognize Miyagi's everybody goes when they first come to town. Some move on because they realize being on the Strip sucks. And some move on because they realize there are more shallow places farther down the Strip. And some don't go anywhere.

Anyway, it's a comedy night. Allegedly, at least. Next to the stage is "Honest John", who turns out to be about 60, with gray hair and big, bushy gray beard. Oh, he talked like Eminem. Now, this was confusing to me, since the only white people I know that talk this way are my age or younger and grew up listening to hip hop. I know white hipsters in the old days would say "cat" and whatnot, but I can't imagine any white people in the '70s talking like John Shaft, no matter how much they loved Funkadelic. So, at some point in the last 15 years, "Honest John" said to himself, "You know, I think I'm going to start talking black. F'real. Yeahhhh, boyyyyyy!"

So "Honest John" is doing his set, and in his defense, he is pretty honest. For instance, he never once hid his desires to "Fuck some pussy." And if he brought up a particular subject, like Kobe Bryant, say, whereas a less honest person would say, 'Well, you know, he plays hard.", "Honest John" came right at you with, "Mannnnn, fuck Kobe. I ain't playin' either!"

But the clear highlight of the night for me was when this girl behind me said, with complete joyful amazement, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing, "Damn, this motherfucker's dirty!" It was the only thing I laughed at all set.

Back. Not better than everybody.

You think YOU can take a hiatus from your blog? Try six fucking months off! Yeah. Yeah.

From your head to the page...

HelloIt's a glorious sunny day in London. I've just been for a walk through Highgate Woods with a friend and now I'm back at my desk getting ready to hunker down for the afternoon with the manuscript for Let's Get Lost. Really though, I want to go outside and play!Time to answer a question though. SweetSugarRush asked: I write stories, well try to, and i have great plots for them in my head but

Books Written For Girls - part one

Hey ladiesSorry I haven't been around for a few days. I have quite severe food allergies and had a bad attack on Friday morning, which kinda knocked the stuffing out of me. I'm fine now - in fact, I've just finished lying on my living room floor doing a Pilates workout and before I head back to book revisions, Josie posted that: ive read all the books i own and im stuck for a new one to read, as