Those of you with somewhat memorable memories may well recall a recollection about a short story I published entitled ‘The Non-stop Dancer’. It was originally written during the time of the great referendum and left in a dusty drawer to rot and hopefully be forgotten. When the last general election rolled around I decided to publish it in the faint hope that the allegory would serve as a warning and would not be missed. Sadly for the Disunited Kingdom, the stark warning that appeared in its pages has come true.
The ludicrous idea of a man continually dancing for no other reason than a whim before upping and walking away from the monster that he had created, seemed perfectly apt. When I wrote about a populist MP who was prepared to abandon all beliefs in the face of popular opinion, I was convinced that he would one day be Prime Minister. Yesterday, I was proven right.
The notion that drove me to write the story was the realisation that populism creates beasts that opportunists look to harness. In some cases, the beasts grow bigger and stronger. In others, the beasts eventually crush those that try to ride them. The danger we are faced with now is the fact that we are in the hands of an opportunist, in an age where we disregard information that does not appeal to our beliefs. Truth is dead. Long live the truth.
They were no longer individuals. United in dance, joined in the ecstasy of becoming one, they were a new species, a new organism, a dangerous warning from the power of unity. They danced atop mountains, they danced into a new dimension, they were the heralds of a new dawn, they were the new crusaders, singularly, via the medium of dance, they had created an entirely new reality, a new beginning, it was as if the future had been laid at their feet.
Scott Andrews, The Non-stop Dancer
You can read ‘The Non-stop Dancer’ right here
Merry Christmas and that kind of thing. I hate the end of every year. The falsified happiness, the expectation that we celebrate the fact that we are all one year closer to death. It is collective insanity. A gazelle never turns around to a chasing tiger and offers it a drink so why should we?
The worst thing about Christmas is the music. The same songs in every shopping centre, supermarket, taxi, television advert and radio station. The same sentiments, the same words, the same ideas, the same tunes. Nothing ever changes at Christmas. It is a tinselled up groundhog day of misery, eating bad food, showing gratitude for things we do not want and being forced to interact with people we do not actually like.
Therefore I would like to propose to you not to partake in the annual misery competition. Instead, read something awesome. The kind folks at Amazon are giving away Mourning Morning eBooks from the 25th of December to the 29th. Set yourself a reminder. Get yourself a copy.
Thus all that is left for me to say is Jingle Balls and may the Jesus be with you all.
P.S. There is one Christmas song that is worth listening to. You can find it below.
I’ve been quieter than a mouse trying to suppress a fart as it sneaks past a sleeping cat. There are a myriad of uninteresting reasons for that and strangely none of them involve a potato. Alas I am the bearer of some tidings.
For all of you buggers that read eBooks of an electronic variety and are off to lounge around the pool for a week or two sipping cocktails with the sole intention of coming back the colour of the average Essex girl in mid November, you can find practically my entire back catalogue for free throughout July right here on Smashwords. That’s the Non-stop Dancer, PiSlamistan, Mia, All Hallows’ Eve, Existence Is Futile and the Story of Albert Ross absolutely free to your eReaders. If you don’t do eBooks but know somebody who does share this good news. And if you or anyone you know happens to give them a try, please don’t forget to leave a review somewhere or God will quite probably kill a kitten.
In other news, rather unlike me, I have actually been writing. Book number three is well underway and features high commerce, gratuitous sex and mildly depressed fruit. It is quite obviously somewhat a niche market, however, I believe that if the world has a place for dinosaur erotica, I’m going to be just fine. In the meantime, be nice to each other and read books.
Some rather interesting news….
The gloriously absurd magazine Pickle Fork has published ‘The Non-stop Dancer’. If you haven’t yet read it yet you ought to be ashamed. Head over to Pickle Fork by clicking on this link and immerse yourself in the glory of spellbounding absurdity.
In the meantime I’m having a productive month and have been submitting more than Hulk Hogan. Be good and wear trousers. Until next time.
A year ago today the women of Poland took to the streets armed with black umbrellas, and a sense of outrage, to protest the government’s plans to ban abortion and criminalise miscarriage. Due to the sheer number of protestors the government backed down and ultimately threw out a bill which would have essentially granted women the status of cattle.
365 days later the debate has resurfaced as yet again a bunch of bigoted bastards, supported by the Catholic Church, and the de facto leader of the government Jaroslaw Kaczynski, have been circulating petitions in yet another effort to take away a woman’s right to decide what happens to their own body. It is incredibly saddening to see a government and a religious institution show such a blatant disregard for women in the 21st century.
Today all across Poland and beyond, women will again take to the streets armed with black umbrellas to remind the government that they have minds of their own and that they are not afraid to use them. This fight is not even a conversation we should be having in 2017.
When a government is able to force their will on its people, it ceases to be a democratic institution and becomes a dictatorship. The very fact that this issue has resurfaced in 12 months only demonstrates the government’s nefarious intentions. This is not an issue that the PiS led government of Poland is going to drop, it is not going to go away. If by any chance the Ratujemy Kobieta(Save the women) driven protests manage to succeed in their efforts today this issue will keep coming back as long as this party remains in power. There can be no victory, and no rest, until these Neanderthal, bigoted, fundamentalist arseholes are driven out of public office once and for all.
For Polish Speakers – you can sign the Ratujemy Kobieta Petition here
A year ago I published a novelette dedicated to the protestors in Poland entitled PiSlamistan. You can get it in English here
You can get PiSlamistan po polsku tutaj