Once Upon A Time there was a Benedict Cumberbatch name generator, and the names it generated were so good I decided to write a series of stories based on them. Last week I told the tale of The Incurious Timothy Clavichord, and today tis the saga of Syphilis Crumplehorn.
Happy International Talk Like A Pirate Day! For those who haven’t come across it before, this is more in celebration of old fashioned, Treasure Island, ‘Arrr, Jim Lad’ pirates rather than those new fangled modern day, wouldn’t be out of place in an Expendables movie ones.
(Technically they haven’t revealed themselves as pirates by the time they sing this song, but it still felt like a good way to start a Wednesday.)
A guest post by Rose McConnachie. *Warning – contains spoilers.*
The first historical romance I ever read was The Flame and the Flower, by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss. To brutally summarise, the plot followed thusly: 16 year old, beautiful, slightly Irish heroine Heather (orphan, raised and abused by a cruel ugly country aunt and spineless uncle) is sold into what turns out to be sexual slavery in the sweaty fleshpots of LONDON.