Previous Post No joke. I met today with poster-Al B. in all his Antipodean glory. We had enchiladas. I signed copies of Sir Mumphrey Wilton and the Lost City of Mystery, The Transdimensional Transport Company, Vinnie De Soth, Jobbing Occultist, and St George and the Dragon Books 1 and 2. We talked about the Parodyverse, his family's UK roots (pre-deportation), obscure historical tales, hunting phantom hounds, Chinese cultural boundaries, the Code Napoleon, and when we should all go and visit Yo. He then fled to Edinburgh. In other news, last week I won one of those awards, the Pulp Ark Award for Best Author 2016. I wasn't at Whatever-it-was-Con to receive it since they accidentally held it on the wrong side of the Atlantic. Did I say that my work has recently appeared in the anthologied Legends of New Pulp Fiction, Sherlock Holmes Consulting Detective vol 8, and The Amazing Harry Houdini? Well it did. Due out next are my novels Holmes and Houdini, Labours of Hercules, and then the sequel to the Transdimensional Transport Co. book, Premium Delivery to the Centre of the Earth, now with added sex princess. And Rhiannon passed her undergraduate degree and looks like she'll be going on to do a Master's. That is all. Proceed.

I mean, his eyes never flashed green, there was no cowl, I'm not now rotting in a dungeon somewhere...there was no Latverian accent...so maybe it was just a LMD or something and the "real" Hood was watching via the Portal of Pretentiousness from afar.

Great to catch up with you Ian, thanks for taking the time out of your day to do so. I really enjoyed our conversation about all you mentioned plus widdershins, virgins in white nighties, being denounced from the pulpit, and innovative ways the British find to keep a leaky fuel tank going or replace an old church roof.

Congratulations to you and Rhiannon.

Al B. - and thanks for the gifts!