I found something amazing.

I was rooting around on this here dad’s laptop, looking for passwords and breadcrumbs, and there it was. Like James Joyce’s Ulysses, the beauty of what I’d found only became apparent once I began to read it out loud.

It’s a piece of fiction that I can only presume dad wrote at some point in his life. Something vulgar and clever and awesome in the true sense of the word. It was so funny and well written and not entirely in the style of Grandad prose I had to run it through Grammarly to make sure it wasn’t already on the internet somewhere.

But it wasn’t. It’s pure unadulterated whiskey soaked gas craicery that was penned in notepad and simply titled:

“The King’s Castration”

I can see why he didn’t publish it here previously, but I think it would be a crying shame if it wasn’t published now. I’m 71% sure it’s the right thing to do.

So, in the next day or two I’ll publish it, perhaps in two or three parts as it’s so epic it deserves its own miniseries.