Doomed from the start, I tell you. Doomed!

There's been not much of note to report on as of late, Dear Reader, just have been working on closing some minor files that I've had for a while. Nothing remotely exciting or interesting - at least at this stage although one case has some potential for a later blog posting.

However, I have embarked on a bit of an experiment, of sorts: I have decided to start writing. Not a blog, like this, no - a novel. Actually, it's not really a new thought - I've been contemplating it for years but finally I've decided to go ahead and actually do something about it.

Starting things isn't really my problem, as anyone who knows me would happily tell you, finishing is. However, and with no regard to the Great Thesis Fiasco of 2001-2003, I have already begun.

Perhaps surprisingly, it isn't a 'detective novel'. Or maybe it is, although not in any traditional sense. And it certainly won't be in a lurid hardboiled style... that's for sure.

Beyond that, I don't want to give too much away at this stage, in case it all goes horribly wrong.

And as that Assyrian clay tablet, dated around 2800BC, stated:

The Earth is degenerating today. Bribery and corruption abound. Children no longer obey their parents, every man wants to write a book, and it is evident that the end of the world is fast approaching.

 It really must be the end of the world.

 

Sage advice to clients

Private Investigator Thomas H. Humphreys (his real name - no, I didn't just make that up) blogged a timely post giving advice to would-be clients.

You can read his post here in full but the salient points are as follows:

The Usual Story

Mrs Crusoe has a problem. Sadly, it seems all too common - and not just with men of a 'particular' age...

Mr Crusoe has lost interest in her, sexually.

That part's not really the problem - although I guess it could be bad enough - but no, Mr Crusoe *hasn't* lost interest, sexually, in other women. Just his wife.

See where this is heading?

Do not adjust your set: Normal service will resume shortly

It appears that the worst may shortly be over and that I will be able to return to The Fortress sooner than anticipated. The cordons have mostly been lifted and while the front of the building remains off limits, the side and rear entry is unblocked.

Technically, the building is yellow-stickered meaning access is restricted to tenants only and limited to essential purposes.

Okay, *now* I'm pissed!

So I survived the Zombie Apocalypse more or less intact, or so I thought.

Well, I thought wrong.

Yes, Dear Readers, I've gone from being the Hardy PI Survivor to homeless, unable to conduct business, and on temporary welfare assistance.

Bollocks!

Where were you during the Zombie Apocalypse of 2010?

Well, we're only short a few living dead to really call it a Zombie Apocalypse but for all intents and purposes, with a dash of poetic licence, it's close enough!

I know that you, Dear Reader, are thrilled to know I have survived and "The Fortress" has withstood the worst of the effects of the devastation.