tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17510864.post7177839354946570064..comments2024-03-26T17:00:35.384+00:00Comments on Helen McCookerybook: Boox, Boox, BooxHelen McCookerybookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10997428723795124462noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17510864.post-33482231655081553522021-01-20T17:03:24.576+00:002021-01-20T17:03:24.576+00:00Sounds like a job for Wilky!Sounds like a job for Wilky!Helen McCookerybookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10997428723795124462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17510864.post-48646499317885423232021-01-20T13:14:46.307+00:002021-01-20T13:14:46.307+00:00The thought of no more Trump is helping to lift me...The thought of no more Trump is helping to lift me out of the January gloom, although I fear I might miss the almost daily 'OFFS what has he done now?' moment of liberal self-righteousness.<br /><br /><br />Have you thought about writing detective novels? You'd be good. Make them music industry based. You might have to become Helen Four-Names. Here's a couple of plot ideas:<br /><br />the strangler who leaves bruises on the victims neck that someone eventually realises are piano chords, and spell something out. I have the scene where this is realised already worked out. It involves the cover of Graham Fitkin's Kaplan CD <br /><br />With the return of vinyl, the killer who leaves messages in the run-out ('A Porky Prime cut' - remember that)<br /><br />A mention in the credits will suffice :)<br /><br />Get well soonWilky of St Albanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06082833989305448408noreply@blogger.com