I am fucking furious.
I was sniffing around the Interweb just now and came across this.
What the fuck is that about?
The little bollix goes off without a word to anyone and makes a unilateral decision that affects all of us. The little shit.
It’s all right for him. He can go off mincing around doing his gardening and his knitting or whatever poncy things he likes doing but what about me? I have serious commitments that require funding. I have Guinness and tobacco to buy, and ammunition to purchase. How am I supposed to manage now?
This really is serious. Like the banks, I need capitalisation and funding. My adventures cannot continue without liquidity [more Guinness].
I am loth to put up one of those Donate Here buttons because that would turn me into a beggar, and God knows you can’t walk for ten steps these days without tripping over one of them.
There is only one solution.
Get out there and buy the fucking book! I need sales in the hundreds of thousands to afford my simple lifestyle, so push the book like mad. Buy copies for your neighbours. Buy copies for your friends. Buy copies for your enemies. Get me on Oprah or whatever the bint is called.
Nuclear missiles aren’t cheap, you know.
Even on eBay.