Over the years, my imagination has grown to an almost obscene level. Weird, odd, strange, dark, funny, too smart by half, writing that defies categorisation. As a result, I have packaged a number of them together in an eBook format and hope to calm the world with their content. Big boy hopes of course, but I feel I need to try.
While they sail the internet, there’s still plenty here to distract you from the woes of modern life. Here’s a sample to wet your whistle.
Peter and his pickled peppers, yes, Peter liked his pickled peppers. His mate Jack had climbed off and left him there. He liked them as well. Some sort of a plant had burst out of the ground and Jack decided to climb to its natural conclusion. Prometheus has started. Peter loved that film, and widely promoted it to anyone who came within earshot when discussing films … no matter what they thought of the film.
He’d plead that the location shots and especially the breathtaking opening title sequence (shot in Iceland) had to affect you in a positive way. It was gloriously rich with an almost “taste it” screen goodness, thought Peter.
Also the film adaptation of the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams – Peter loved that film. The Nordic connection was the books including Norway. “Slartibartfast” the character who’d designed and built the Norwegian fjords was saddened to hear that the Earth had been destroyed and so of course, his beloved fjords. He’d won an award for them.
Any-who, Peter returned to being concerned about his predicament and his pickled peppers. Jack didn’t give a shit, he was busy hiding from some huge bugger reciting some sort of a limerick. Pickled Peppers
