Photo by Clare Bell, 2009, Flickr: Dirty van @ Creative Commons
Punter returned his hand to Driver’s shoulder. ‘Let me tell you a secret,’ he whispered, manoeuvring Driver away from the pub entrance again and around the corner. ‘We set this up.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Oh, it was glorious, Driver. Fucking glorious. On Thursday night Postman’s mob had a party function in his electorate. You know, a rallying of the troops, insincere thank-yous for cash donations, a reminder that the battle is not yet over, you are all an important part of the process of giving the Victorian people a better government blah, blah, blah.’
Driver stood with his head bowed and hands in pockets, smiling broadly as he listened to Punter talk. Part of him wanted to get back inside to see how Minnie and Steph were getting along, but he didn’t dare rush Punter when he was so excited and absorbed in the telling. Continue reading →
This is for The Ride, an unreliable chronicle of my experiences in blogging. The next instalment of Fare Game will be ready tomorrow.
In the beginning, Google thought I was a typo.
I’m at the end of the first month of the block-headed project of blogging my hope-to-be novel Fare Game. There are so many things I’ve learnt, so many unexpected valuable experiences and lessons, so much I am yet to learn or even realise I am yet to learn, that to chronicle them would be tedious.
But here’s one observation I want to share … when I type ‘mickmccoy.com’ into Google’s search field it asks me, ‘Did you mean nickmccoy.com?’ If I entered ‘mick mccoy’ Google wouldn’t even be polite enough to ask the question, it would automatically tell me it was Showing results for Nick McCoy and then in micro font underneath tell me to ‘Click here for Mick McCoy’ Continue reading →