Underwater trumpet-blowing
Marmalade-fettling last night. Low sugar and sharp as a bastard, but runnier than I'd like therefore.
About four years ago, I wrote a short story that was included in the 'Dark Spires' anthology. It was about a potential retro-future where the English gummit had lost the plot, the Welsh (and Scottish) borders were guarded by UN peacekeepers and the Hinckley Point nuke had suffered an alleged flooding accident that was completely denied by said gummint. That said, the main point of the story revolved around forced de-population of the flooded Somerset Levels.
Were I going to do it again I would remember that I was actually writing a Ballardian steampunk Vietnam novel, but there we are.
My favourite review was the one that went on about how unrealistic it was and how the IAEA wouldn't stand for that sort of thing.
I didn't put a Royal Visit in though. That would just have been ludicrous.
About four years ago, I wrote a short story that was included in the 'Dark Spires' anthology. It was about a potential retro-future where the English gummit had lost the plot, the Welsh (and Scottish) borders were guarded by UN peacekeepers and the Hinckley Point nuke had suffered an alleged flooding accident that was completely denied by said gummint. That said, the main point of the story revolved around forced de-population of the flooded Somerset Levels.
Were I going to do it again I would remember that I was actually writing a Ballardian steampunk Vietnam novel, but there we are.
My favourite review was the one that went on about how unrealistic it was and how the IAEA wouldn't stand for that sort of thing.
I didn't put a Royal Visit in though. That would just have been ludicrous.