| "I believe people are people, I really do. If someone were to ask me why I paint my fingernails green, and I do paint my fingernails green, I'd say 'because I think it's pretty'. 'I think it's pretty' I'd reply. So if anyone were to ask about you and I one day, you have two alternatives: You can either tell them 'Oh yes, it's true, we're living in delicious sin. Or you could simply tell them the truth." |
| Martin Luther once said 'A person is intelligent, people are stupid', Epicureanism believes that mankind is degenerate and that through its sloth, lasciviosness, ignorance and fear makes life fruitless. They held that the only virtue was in living a happy life and the thrill of the chase. People are stupid; in my own shitty-little nobody-asked-for-it opinion, especially tourists, Japanese travellers taking photographs of train stations and corner shops. Groups of Italian loser kids sitting on crappy mopeds in gangs of 100000000 on the pavement. English abroad learning just enough words to keep them in beer, takeaways and speculative condoms, thinking that is cultural integration. Bollocks. Although so long as they know what they want and are getting it they wont hurt anyone. All I want is an easy life, enough cash to live with dignity and to provide for dependants. |
| My novel is about people, it is from the ongoing viewpoint of unashamedly me. Its working title (pretentious twat) was 'If you bought me diamonds' but it is to be published as 'Ships that pass in the night.' I meet people most of whom I dislike, and I write about them changing their names (with permission) as little as law requires, Ralph Dawkins. I am self-important, but I hope that comes through in honesty. I am also well aware that I am offering this into cyberspace. Yes I am hardcore but I acknowledge that I haven't always taken a step back from the formula of constant, universal piss-take. Anyway the end of my novel is below, I am not a philosopher, I am not wise, I only hope to live a good life. "such as it is, for whatever it is worth it is yours, do with it what you will." (Catullus) |
| What someone likes about you is often something you're not aware of, you can talk endlessly and try to fascinate them, you can wear your best clothes and do your hair all nice, but it wont change how they see you. After those first seven minutes the best thing to do is inject yourself with cement and nod and smile. People don't want to be charmed they want to charm. GO AND BUY MY BOOK |