Thursday, 3 July 2014
The Problems of Writing a Modern Diary
So here we are again another day in the life of the diary of Rob Z Tobor which has been ticking along now since 15th August 2010 (the diary not me). I know it’s a long long long time and if you have been reading it for all that time you will probably say it seems much much longer, as you plough through page after page after page of stuff.
Of course diaries are not what they were back in the old days when Samuel Pepys could write about things such as Plague, pestilence, the burning down of
, royals being beheaded. Chaps
discovering places such as London
or the fabled North West Passage around the Isle of White or small islands full
of unknown tribes to wipe-out and steal all their stuff such as the Isle of
These days we are left with Mr Jones running about naked attempting to communicate with Aliens in the Woods, Zombies being attacked by little old ladies for sitting on the wrong seat on the bus, Androids and Vampires playing football as they hunt for The Holy Grail. A goat getting catapulted into the local supermarket on a regular basis, a faulty Weather Machine and a grumpy Ghost Writer. Quite frankly it is no wonder the very nice Steven Spielberg has no interest in making the film of the book of the blog diary of Rob Z Tobor.
So I feel I need to find things more suitable to write about that will make Mr Spielberg sit up and take notice, something where he will say . . . . . Hang ON I haven’t done a film about that before. . . . .
So what did I do today . . . I cut grass . . . . DAMN that’s not a good start is it, although some of it was quite long grass?
Mr Jones is a bit disappointed today as it turns out the Lizard Men of Titan are in fact Lizards and their spacecraft an old copper hot water tank, (still an easy mistake to make).