Vote for E.L. Wisty, or else invisible nudists will come along and smash you round the face

(Photo taken on Monday afternoon, just before the studio recording of THE TRUTH IS A CAVE IN THE BLACK MOUNTAINS with FourPlay String Quartet. I am the one not holding a stringed instrument.)

I should be writing the thing that I'm going to read tonight at Sydney Opera House.

(You can, of course, point out, that I should have finished it before now. I will undoubtedly agree.)

So, because I am not yet posting anything, here is an account of what I did a week ago, with photos, from someone else's blog.

http://jacwabbit.blogspot.com/2011/01/neil-gaiman-amanda-palmer-some-tassie.html

And here's Amanda's blog entry on her last Wednesday in Tasmania: http://blog.amandapalmer.net/post/2839942590/being-nick-cave-or-the-holy-prophecy-of-the


(No, the title of the blog doesn't actually have anything to do with anything. Although you can listen to the original here, and understand all.)

Labels: Blog titles that were just the words in my head when I titled the blog that are quotes from strange comedic routines, fourplay, Is Tasmania Secretly Cool?, Peter Cook

Meanwhile the nude ladies continue to dance about

A small happy birthday post to somebody living and somebody dead.

This is the dead person. I think this may be the funniest 8 minutes of someone staring at you and telling you about his experiences as a coal miner and novelist ever filmed.



And here, from twenty years ago, are both birthday boys. "Independent wealth. And blackmail."

Labels: Jonathan Ross, Peter Cook, writing novels