Fantasy writer. Completing Phd on Elizabethan Rob Greene. Folky, morris man. Spooky children's novel 'The Dead World of Lanthorne Ghules' out October 24th.
@joemcneice Can't agree with you there, but then I find most chart songs appalling beyond belief. To my ears they sound like out of tune mumbling but I am in a minority no doubt.
@MichaelShanks Your comments about the vaccine have stirred up the proverbial nest but I agree with you that it is our best hope. Even the go'auld sarcophagus must have misfunctioned sometimes!
@Pete_Thurlow @TheGEAcademy@janemartinwrite @Eviewriter Hi Pete. Delighted to read that you are about to make the acquaintance of Lanthorne. Don't adopt his eating habits over Christmas! Best wishes, Gerald Killingworth.
@KatyFBrand There is absolutely nothing wrong with athletics, a sport enjoyed by both men and women. Just because you don't enjoy a particular activity, there is no need to make a self-righteous, moralistic and mean-minded comment about it. Grow up and learn some self awareness.
At last! Following an online viva last Friday with two professors of English, I have been awarded a Phd on the Elizabethan writer Robert Greene. Years of work with a happy conclusion. Phew!
Delighted to see that my spooky children's novel 'The Dead World of Lanthorne Ghules' is still getting enthusiastic reviews. Thanks Naomi Cher. You can read the first few chapters of the ebook free on Amazon. Follow the link to Naomi's review:
https://t.co/eElMnc2PAZ
Solstice night spent 'going the rounds' following the route taken by Hardy's Mellstock Quire in U T Greenwood Tree. Torrential rain kept us in Stinsford (Mellstock) church with readings, carols and mummers. Atmospheric and delightful.
First outing this year for Wessex Morris Men's mummers' play at the Halsey Arms. Some new casting meant interesting interpretations of several roles. The Turkish Knight is hoping for a Bafta, but life usually disappoints me. Stick and sword dancing in near darkness proved risky.
Saturday dancing with Wessex Morris Men for the delectation of Christmas shoppers in Dorchester. The sonorous town crier ensured everyone knew we were about. Afterwards, pasties and real cider in the skittle alley of Casterbridge's oldest pub. Thomas Hardy would have been proud.