Cracker by Damian Christie

Boss, the Plane! The Plane!

Just a quick note to let y'all know that I'm off on a travel writing junket for a couple of weeks in the Whitsunday Islands. I mention this by way of giving myself a valid excuse for being bottom of the posting list for the next fortnight, rather than in a lauding-it-over way.

Not that I generally need an excuse for being slack of course. It's something of a generational thing I've been told. I'd taken to using the word "recalcitrant" to kinda give my inability to ever meet any sort of writing deadline a more formal, perhaps even psychological basis than merely using the word "slack". This all came to a screeching halt when I looked up "recalcitrant" in the dictionary not so long ago and found it didn't quite mean exactly what I thought. Not far off, but by no means bang on the money. Embarrassing, although not as bad as my friend who learnt most new words from reading books, didn't get out much, and for quite a while used to pronounce "misled" a little too much like "mizzled".

Anyway, this is a "BE BACK SOON" note, rather than a foray into semantics, so I'll leave it at that for now.

Upon my return I promise the full, unedited interview that I did after spending 7 months living with seminal US author William Gibson. We learn about how he invented the moonwalk, the true story of what happened to his nose, and did anyone really understand 'Neuromancer'? Actually he was a most interesting fellow, and what he has to say makes a damn fine read, so stay tuned...

In the meantime, if I can find a pool that has a floating bar AND an internet machine, I'll be sure to write.