Apparently this month I elected to write a book in the key of ‘humour’. I’m not really sure what possessed me to pick that – genres were allocated back in December 2010, which was a different time altogether.
Remember December 2010? It was a whole different time, wasn’t it? Of course it was. Remember Snowpocalyse? Public transport drew to a standstill and there was ice on the inside of the windows of your flat and you had to wear a dressing gown over your other layers of clothes for fear of getting pneumonia? Although that might just have been in my house… Oh, and remember Matt Cardle off the X-Factor getting to number one with a fairly average Biffy Clyro cover? That was adequate, wasn’t it. And remember civil unrest kicking off in Tunisia? Heady days indeed, they ended up getting rid of their political leader. December 2010 eh, it was another world.
And in that world, I arbitrarily decided that in 9 months time I’d be in the mood to write something funny. You might think that my natural wit would see me through nae bother, but there are one or two problems occurring.