Posts Tagged ‘writing’

In which your blogger marvels at the thoughtfulness of people, and the rarity of two blog posts in as many days.

I forget who said:

The true measure of friendship lies not in the orthodoxy of the consequential, but in the unbidden kindness of the moment.

Actually, I remember now: I said it, a few minutes ago. I just put it in quotes because there’s far more gravitas in the found quotation than in the “Hey! I just thought of this!” discourse of the internet. Sorry about that.

In the past couple of days, two of my friends sent me emails, as unbidden kindnesses of the moment. I can’t help but feel that there are other people who will appreciate their contents, so…
So, read on...

So, Neil Gaiman‘s blogged about the mysterious Campfire. He and I discovered, via Twitter, a shared conviction that nefarious goings-on were afoot. Neil favoured the classic ’70s science fiction narrative – doppelgänger kills and replaces guest (with a ‘silvery gun’, which is a nice touch, Neil) – whilst my suspicions ran more to ’30s crime fiction. Alas, or perhaps luckily, we were not greeted by our host in an oak-lined library, told that we would find our telephones to be “quite… dead,” and then disposed of, one by one, over the next four days. Read on to find out if the janitor did it...