Utopia will make you a tyrant
The simple task of creating paradise on Earth will see you walking in the footsteps of Pol Pot. I know, I’ve been there.
The simple task of creating paradise on Earth will see you walking in the footsteps of Pol Pot. I know, I’ve been there.
A quick update on the him/her/it who seems to have access to everything except my car keys.
This is not a manifesto for ridding the world of trolls, but a list of plug-ins and software I use to make the internet tolerable.
Yes, there we are, I’ve stuck my head above the parapet and said something semi-political. Capitalism must not win.
Every so often I write a blog post about having nothing to say. It looks like that time of year again. But it feels different this time. Rightly or wrongly I perceive blogging as an activity that is being buried by shorter forms of social media and I don’t have the drive to blog anymore.
Someone raised a point on a singer’s fan club forum recently. (I won’t tell you the singer’s name because I’ve banged on about her long enough now.) Why aren’t fans allowed to meet their music heroes backstage?
So it all boils down to tonight. I’ll probably write part 2 on Sunday and you’ll either hear about my Damascene conversion and splurging on tickets for December’s show, or all my future holidays being confined exclusively to the north west of England. (Chris Harrison, July 6th 2018)
Click on the first image to open the slideshow. The pictures look better there…
More to come. I’ll write ‘Part 2’ tomorrow. (I’m in Dusseldorf airport at the moment.) Thanks for your comments of support, I’ll respond in full when I get home later today. Here she is…
If you remember my blog post from last year describing my travel phobia you’re probably thinking did he do it? Did he break the hoodoo?
They always say don’t blog when you’re angry. Well, here goes. Hope you enjoy it because anger is also a rich source of humour.
A woman stands amongst the tangled strands of a steel labyrinth. A distant bass rumbles overhead. Pressure grows. No, this isn’t a scene from a Ridley Scott movie. This is Helene Fischer live in concert.
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Imagine being alone, sentenced to death. Now you’re waiting in a cell, possibly underground, before they take you to a place where you’ll be beheaded and then burned. But there’s a reprieve on the way written by the Duke of Furstenberg himself. The first one he wrote was ignored, so he’s…
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I won’t be calling it Walpurgisnacht next year. In its modern incarnation its origins are Christian. Like Halloween, there’s a lot of devilry, but look closely and you’ll spot the witches on top of the bonfires, not dancing around them. (banner photo Heidelberger Thingstätte by AndreasF) Statue of St Walburga in…
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April 30th was a significant date in the calendar for northern European witches, mainly in Germany and Holland. On Walpurgisnacht witches would be drawn to the summit of the Brocken, the highest peak in the Harz mountains. And Walpurgisnacht seems to be the right moment to make changes to the TotenUniverse.…
Just received this bit of help, so thought I’d respond. (My words in red…) I have checked your website (no you haven’t) and i’ve found some duplicate content (no, you did not because there isn’t any), that’s why you don’t rank high in google (I don’t rank high in Google for a million and one … More Give the spam some daylight
That sounds a bit apocalyptic, but I’m referring to the book sales. I have a plan that involves withdrawing all the ebooks from sales channels, offering them for free from the website and making money from other product lines. Does this sound like a plan?
Not just spaceships, but most complex things in the cosmos. Where does the money come from? (Have I written about this before?)
I’m too disorganised to write about one thing so I’m going to ramble instead.
This might be one of the more personal blog posts I’ve written, so don’t be surprised if I delete it! I have a small confession to make.
I used to be snobbish about smartphone cameras, but not any more. The days of hauling 4kg of metal up a mountain are over.
“Mr Holmes doesn’t work here any more.”
All self-published authors will know that a finished manuscript can’t be published until it’s been formatted. Simple, says the layperson, it’s the 21st Century. What could possibly go wrong?
I once abandoned a novel after running out of steam. It was 2002 or thereabouts and I never thought I’d write another one. Now, if I don’t write something every day I shake like a man totally wired on espresso.
Storm Brian battered Britain this weekend. I didn’t think Brian’s were capable of such fury, but it proves the Met Office are trying to con us into thinking that deadly storms are our benevolent friends.
The latest email scam is breathtakingly stupid, but still serves as a warning to read things carefully.
I occasionally like a bit of schlager. After a day of Children of Bodom, Xandria and Toten Herzen it’s nice to wind down to the likes of Dschinghis Khan.
What do you do when you’re flush with money from the sale of four ebooks (total royalties earned £5.12) and you’ve just finished the sixth novel of the TotenUniverse? You write a blog post.
Sorry there’s no big fancy title image or any of that flashy stuff, but in researching a blog post about WikiHow I came across this bit of advice: How do I make money in the crop growing or animal farming business? WikiHow answer: Grow fast growing plants or raise animals that produce a lot of … More Couldn’t resist this!
My totenherzen.com domain name was transferred to GoDaddy last year. I did it to avoid WordPress locking it into a premium upgrade when it was time to renew. Didn’t stop them putting a dirty grey filter screen over the blog though when the ‘remapping’ expired. Cheeky bastards.