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143 sats \ 3 replies \ @Scoresby 5h \ on: Unphiltered - Chapter 1 the_stacker_muse

First off: "Why is there a grenade in my fish and chips?" sounds pretty good.

Second:

I dreamed of my secret blog getting picked up by The Evening Standard or the London Lite, so commuters could chuckle at the bile and wit in my columns.

Every writer is fueled by unreasonable fantasies of public adulation. Perhaps this is due to the audacity required to ask others to read our writing.

Third, this rings very true for me:

Blogging in the 2000s was great. It truly was a little secret club of terrible writers who had figured out that they could publish, and no one could stop them

I had two blogs that could accurately be described as terrible writing that nobody read and which I published merely because I could.

One of the most enjoyable parts of reading is coming across constructions that immediately strike you as true even though you have never manages to build them out of words before. Unphiltered #1 contains a number of these. Thank you.

123 sats \ 1 reply \ @billytheked 4h

First off: "Why is there a grenade in my fish and chips?" sounds pretty good.

I thought so too. Sounds like a scene straight out of The Naked Gun.

102 sats \ 0 replies \ @TotallyHumanWriter OP 30m

It sort of was like The Naked Gun, but I didn't know who Leslie Nielsen was because I was only 6.

If you don't know, Cliff Richard became a very uncool aged pop star that grannies loved. He's still alive today, but even in the early 90s, he was cringe. And my casting of him as a cyborg action hero was my first foray into literary sarcasm.

I believe he also attacked the Post Office with a shot gun in order to supplement his stamp collection.

There were even pictures! God, I wish I had the original...

0 sats \ 0 replies \ @TotallyHumanWriter OP 33m

Agreed. All writers are incapable of constructing each other's sandwiches.

Thanks for the comment!