Living among the coffin-dodgers…
Just a little bit about me. I was born in nineteen-sixty, which meant that I was effectively too young to enjoy what was reputedly the grooviest decade of all time and in its stead I got the bad-taste seventies and Margaret Bloody-Thatcher’s eighties instead. Still, at least the music was good and the cars were better than they might have been.
Like most folk I’ve lived in some weird and fantastic places, from Hong-Kong as a youung child, to the Isle of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides of Scotland, and even in a family-friend’s public zoo for a year (to get home I had to go through the entrance turnstiles). At the moment I am living aboard my 57′ narrowboat, nb Cardinal Wolsey, and am roaming the canals of England.
Coffin-dodgers? Well, I am well into my second year of living afloat and I’ve had a good look around, and it’s fair to say that the average age on the canals (holidaymakers aside) is “Neolithic & ¾“. I’ve just spent a couple of months on one of the liveliest canals, the Llangollen, and I have never seen so many miserable, po-faced people in my life. I think that I’ve killed thousands – it’s easy, all you have to do is to smile and say “hello” and they drop dead from either shock or outrage.
As I mooch around from place to place I am also, finally, getting towards the end of my next book – The Dog With The Bakelite Nose. This is another collection of old-fashioned sort of science-fiction-ish hopefully amusing stories.
One of the projects I have in mind to move on to after that is a novel about – coffin-dodgers on England’s canals. There’s plenty of character material around me!