I like Pete Moulding and think that you should like him too. And have sex with him as well, depending on what his sexual inclinations are. I don't know. Best just to have sex with him first and then ask him afterwards.
(My PO Box number address is in the contacts section Pete. I am trusting you. Cheque payable to Richard Herring - cash preferred. Wink wink).
See, it's literally that easy. I am going to become a millionaire!
For those of you who've asked, I am going to put the Christ on a Bike script up in the downloads section just as soon as the relevant computer is mended.
According to my survey an incredible 60 people were not aware of my work before reading Warming Up. So I have converted 60 people to the Richard Herring cause (unless some of those people are the 12 who admit to hardly ever reading Warming Up, who may just have chanced across the site by accident - looking up kinky octopi no doubt). It certainly makes the two years hard graft of writing every day worthwhile to know that between 48 and 60 new people quite like my stuff.
I am only kidding. Welcome new and old. I love you all.
I've been reading "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte this week. I haven't got to the bit where Kate Bush runs around waving her arms around yet, but it's still a very good read. It's one of those books that I never got to reading, probably because I thought it would be a bit girly (and as you know I am very macho) and romantic and involve people running around on moors waving their arms around; but I was very wrong in my presumptions.
It's a cracker of a book and you should read it if you haven't already. And if you have already, then why not read it again. I particularly like the way that the majority of the story is told by a busybody servant who damns herself as much as anyone else.
It's also a window (though not a lemmeinayourwindow) into how much the world has changed in the last 200 years. Pretty much everyone dies in their early twenties or before and whilst they are mourned death is so commonplace that there is no real place for sentimentality. Life is hard and unfair and you end up marrying pretty much anyone who happens to be nearby whose of approximately the right age. And if they happen to be a misanthropic mentalist who hates your brother and is just marrying you for revenge and is going to make you life a living Hell, then bad luck. You more or less have to put up with it. Before then dying at the age of about 27. Cheg on!
I intend to model my life and attitude to women on Heathcliff from now on.... oh, it seems I have already.
I hope there's a happy ending.
