tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869130.post7280986910599833085..comments2008-06-22T19:25:47.842+01:00Stuart MacBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392706513278533408noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869130.post-65683782732380394732008-06-22T19:25:00.000+01:002008-06-22T19:25:00.000+01:00Hey, congrats on making the short list for the Theakston's prize! Veddy, veddy cool.<BR/><BR/>I'd offer to keep my fingers & toes crossed, but it would interfere with important stuff like typing & walking. Instead I'll just send best wishes...angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751466673491487048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869130.post-42521770903600738552008-06-20T18:59:00.000+01:002008-06-20T18:59:00.000+01:00Speaking of cock weasels . . .<BR/>I was just reading a WSJ article about a young Canadian bloke who has scored a major deal with his debut novel (The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson) and they published an excerpt as follows:<BR/><BR/>"Love isn't a steadfast dog at all; love is more like a pygmy mouse lemur.<BR/><BR/>Yes that's exactly what love is: a tiny, jittery primate with eyes that are permanently peeled open in fear. For those of you who cannot quite picture a pygmy mouse lemur, imagine a miniature Don Knotts or Steve Buscemi wearing a fur coat. Imagine the cutest animal you can, after it has been squeezed so hard that all its stuffing has been pushed up into an oversized head and its eyes are now popping out in overflow."<BR/><BR/>And the first thought I had was, Stuart could sum that up in five words: "Love is a cock weasel."Grant McKenziehttp://grantmckenzie.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869130.post-79404008104774690642008-06-19T18:10:00.000+01:002008-06-19T18:10:00.000+01:00You're very welcome, Ray (damn you and your good-writing skill stuff). In reality it was a very serious and scholarly interview, but Angie obviously fiddled with it when she was editing the thing.<BR/><BR/>And Paul, I haven't got a clue what, if anything is going to happen with Sawbones... Maybe I should ask someone?Stuart MacBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392706513278533408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869130.post-81368359146438802442008-06-19T14:47:00.000+01:002008-06-19T14:47:00.000+01:00I kept expecting Graham Chapman to turn up - that was an exceedingly silly interview, Mr MacBeard. But I thank you for the mention - very kind.Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04981352396421812729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869130.post-82316231834633057692008-06-19T12:25:00.000+01:002008-06-19T12:25:00.000+01:00Stuart,<BR/><BR/>What is happening about the launch of Sawbones ??Paul Blackburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673880815647188283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869130.post-1689091365255594532008-06-19T00:33:00.000+01:002008-06-19T00:33:00.000+01:00Nice to see you slowly coming out of your shell, Stuart ;-)<BR/>Disturbing to hear about hate mail, however.Grant McKenziehttp://grantmckenzie.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869130.post-73460735591624931592008-06-18T18:48:00.000+01:002008-06-18T18:48:00.000+01:00Ah... fair enough Angie, it's a fair cop.Stuart MacBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392706513278533408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869130.post-39100619498498326212008-06-18T16:48:00.000+01:002008-06-18T16:48:00.000+01:00"Angie promised me she wouldn't put any reggae on the soundtrack, but she lied. SHE LIED!!!"<BR/><BR/>Which is what happens when you call the interviewer a cheeky bitch...angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751466673491487048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869130.post-42764977393146071622008-06-18T16:38:00.000+01:002008-06-18T16:38:00.000+01:00Being jealous of my physical stature and hamster-like cuteness won't help you keep your socks on, you know. Sorry to hear you need to wear a bra, by the way.Al Guthriewww.allanguthrie.co.uknoreply@blogger.com