The weather has turned warm, and therefore we are all now complaining about the heat rather than the cold. The English weather, and the English reaction.

At the moment THE UNTOLD STORY is currently just 99p for the ebook on UK Amazon: it can be found here.

Otherwise, I’m working on the edits for book 3 of the SCARLET REVOLUTION series (DAMNED), and getting various ducks in order, and preparing for Worldcon – which is in Glasgow this year, and which I’ll be attending. Should be excellent.

Oh, and there is this UK election coming up in (checks calendar) just over a week. I look forward to a change of government and a general dismissal of the Tories. Now what was that quote from Cromwell . . .

It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonored by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice.
Ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government.
Ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.
Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess?
Ye have no more religion than my horse. Gold is your God. Which of you have not bartered your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth?
Ye sordid prostitutes, have you not defiled this sacred place, and turned the Lord’s temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices?
Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation. You were deputed here by the people to get grievances redressed, are yourselves become the greatest grievance.
Your country therefore calls upon me to cleanse this Augean stable, by putting a final period to your iniquitous proceedings in this House; and which by God’s help, and the strength he has given me, I am now come to do.
I command ye therefore, upon the peril of your lives, to depart immediately out of this place.
Go, get you out! Make haste! Ye venal slaves be gone! So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors.
In the name of God, go!