Raf’s Blog

When Things Go Wrong…

Some time ago, we’re talking months and months ago, the sound card on my computer stopped working. Nevermind, I thought, I will live. It isn’t like the sound card dictates the mood of my day. If it did I really would be in trouble…

A week later someone said “My God, you are in a foul mood.”

So, you could say I was wrong.

The truth was, I was angry and it was all my stupid sound card’s fault for not working. I had tried to fix it a few times but it never worked out, so after a few days I gave up trying and tried to get on with my life…

But there were so many ways I needed my sound back on my computer.

1) I missed the windows start-up music…that little do-do-do-doooo that got me off to a great start to the day.

2) No more Youtube fun! Without sound, the comedy in the videos was lost (the video about buttock surgery, which featured hilarious narration, wasn’t funny at all…)

3) No more Skype’ing people, damn it.

4) No more listening to music while at work…

It’s tragic, but so much can depend on such a small thing, and if that thing stops working it leaves you angry, bored and altogether impotent.

No man wants to be impotent. It’s just so destructive to the soul!

Thankfully my sound card is now fixed and my life is back on track. Brilliant, just a shame I had to go through that to begin with!

Why We Are brilliant

Murder mysteries are brilliant. So is Bristol. Bristol is brilliant! What do you get when you combine these two things? Well, awesome murder mysteries based in probably the best (in my opinion) most brilliant city in the entire planet, of course.

But I know what you’re thinking: hang on a second…Bristolian murder mysteries? Surely if it was going to be that interesting then I would already have seen it on TV…wouldn’t I?

What can I say, you may have a point. Much as it saddens me, there is no Crime Scene Investigation Bristol. Why is this? Who knows, I can only assume that it’s the language…

Yes, I have to admit it, we do have a certain way about us and that presents a problem. Some people, the morons, they just don’t understand us. They treat us cider drinkers like we’re from another planet.

That is why I am now (now as in from now to my later years because these things don’t happen overnight, even in Bristol) going to take on the world by writing a series of un-put-down-able (what’s called a “page-turner” by people outside of Bristol) murder mysteries based in this thoroughly unbelievably brilliant city.(The first concerns Margaret and how she solves a murder while simultaneously fighting a drug gang who are disguised as a group of surgeons who specialize in soving Facial redness .)

Watch this space.

As for the language, I intend to print a key at the back which will tell people how to interpret the many difficult to understand Bristolian words used throughout the book, so in other words, look out ’arry Potter!