All the pink

There was a moment at primary school where I categorically rejected pink.  Pink was a stupid colour.  Pink was the girls’ colour.  Girls who liked to prance around in princess costumes work pink.  Girls who weren’t breathtakingly relieved when the local ballet school burnt down after only one unwelcome class, wore pink. Girls who giggled at nothing, and said stupid things, and bitched behind other girl’s backs, and weren’t ever gonna stand on their own two feet, wore pink. That was what my 8-year-old brain decided. Sure, there’s volumes written on how children have their gender identity defined for them …

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Into the Badlands Whoopeee!

So in the future, yeah, gunpowder has been outlawed but that’s ok, because Mad Max has learned kung fu in the Thunderdome and Furiosa stole the breeders and… … no, wait, hold on. So in the future, yeah, the crew of Firefly, we’ll they’re sorta trapped in like, this cowboy-esque version of the Divergent books where there are these clans who all have different colours and symbols which are like, indicative of who they are and… Nope, I’ve got it! So in the future, yeah, EVERYONE KNOWS KUNG FU AND IT’S TOTALLY FECKIN’ AWESOME! Welcome to Into the Badlands, one …

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Cry Girl Cry

Two things make me cry.  One is hugely annoying. The first thing that makes me cry is strictly emotional stuff.  Life, death, love.  The Lion King.  Fall of the Berlin Wall.  Man walking on the moon.  Hell – I get choked up when an underdog wins a race, not because I give two monkeys about sport but because you can see the weight of meaning, feeling and passion it means to another human.  (On which note, Mira Rei might be my new hero.) Then – annoyingly – it turns out that I cry when under heavy physical stress. This is …

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Upcoming Events and Stuff!

EVENTS!  Things that are happening! So first, as of a week ago there were signed copies of The End of the Day available from both Goldsboro Books and Forbidden Planet.  Go grab! On the evening of May 4th, I’m hanging out with Mike Carey at Waterstones Piccadilly, to knatter about his latest (awesome) book, The Boy on the Bridge, and see if I can trick him into yodelling.  Come join us. UPDATE that I forgot to put into this original post!  On May 27th and 28th I’m at MCM Comicon at London Excel, yattering with lots of cool dudes and …

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Oh A General Election Oh Yay

Well isn’t this nice.  Teresa May has called a general election that has nothing whatsoever to do with the timing of a) having invoked Article 50 and b) Labour trailing 20 points behind in the polls.  Nothing at all nononono…. It is almost certain that I am going to get very political in the next few weeks, because… well, fuck it… it’s the world, it’s our society, it matters, so yeah.  That’s good enough. However, before that kicks off, a few general thoughts. 1. The time is right to support fact-checkers.  If the last 18 months has taught us anything, it’s …

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No Place For Heroes

I finally saw Rogue One, and while there was much to say on this subject, my overwhelming thought leaving was this: I wish there was an obvious way for me to fight a clearly evil empire.  Preferably with my awesome kung-fu skills. It’s one of the great draws of all fantasy/SF books ever.  The tales of plucky awesomeness as we rise up, often with our Jedi powers/wizarding skills/prophecised magics, to take down a big bad darkness in the name of good. And then you look at reality. And you realise that the things you regard as big bad darknesses are, …

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