Victory!

I have finished. thirty two thousand words later and I've finished a book that is going to be published and everything. Hurrah! I may even go as far as to say HUZZAH!

It's almost a shame I'm in Devon, I really should go out drinking with chums but instead the only company I have at the moment is two elderly, farting cats who can't get excited about anything that doesn't involve 'meaty chunks'

For the first time in months I can chill out now, well once I've just checked everything again and thrown it at the postman. I can read fun books, or perhaps have a nice weekend somewhere relaxing with out the vague feeling of guilt that I really should be writing about Craps or Roulette.

The other nice thing about finishing is that I'm going to get a nice cheque, and then in a few months when the book gets printed onto bits of tree I'll get another cheque for doing absolutely nothing. I'll probably spend the money on credit card bills and food but it's nice to day-dream that I might get something exciting with it like a holiday somewhere warm or a road going motorbike.

The trouble with Tarots

T.P. has a bit of a thing for Tarot Card readings. Not as in a burning passion, even worse she gives them credence. I think this is harmless fun if you are single but very dangerous when you are already in a relationship.

My reasoning for this is simple, if you are single being told that some tall dark stranger is going to sweep you off your feet in the next six months isn't really going to cause any issues. If anything it will give tall dark haired people an added advantage when chatting you up. So no problems there.

I do however think it is dangerous when someone is in a relationship where the status quo is very good thank you very much. If some random stranger who has only met you once and didn't actually ask any questions about what your relationship was like went on and told you that your love-life was doomed you would probably tell them to go away and move to a different bus-stop.

However if this person has changed their name to Dolphin or Gypsy Futurama and they tell you this insight using a series of sub-Fisher Price flashcards that's not a stranger telling you nonsense that's mystical powers.

Either way, believing in it is dangerous.

Talking of dangerous beliefs after having spent the last few weeks reading everything I can about Roulette. I can say with some force that it is beyond a mugs game to the point that it should be a test for insanity. Anyone who reveals an inclination to play should have all their possessions stripped away and placed in some sort of trust fund while they are forced to eat mashed bananas for the rest of their life.

Sykes is not amused

Today I've had all sorts of annoying things happen. First it looks like the jacket isn't going to be making an appearance for my birthday - someone else got the last one before I could and so I'm not going to get to join the Welsh Guards in the 18th century.

I just got a series of terrifying letters from the bank caused by the Postal strike, next time I see a postman I'm going to kick him in the testicles, hard.

No-one is calling me back, which is making a feature involving interviewing three people extremely tricky.

I've tried doing something else, like writing a guide to roulette but the more I read about it the more I realise only a moron would go near a roulette table. Why do people gamble? It's so bloody stupid.

Oh and my computer is malfunctioning so I may end up using it to bludgeon a postman, or a gambler to death.