Hideous Models and a Heads-Up.

My screen keeps being assailed by mindless adverts for some fashion event. God, aren’t those models ugly? Where the hell do they get them from? The garden gnome factory? Hideous.

Anyway, I’ve just edited another story in which I encounter a rusting old friend languishing in a breaker’s yard, and meet another old friend who was lost at sea thirty years earlier. It’s about time it saw the light of day; it wanted to be written for about twenty years before I learned how to write. I expect it will appear at the other place before too long.