About Sour Grapes through the Ages

I got fed up waiting for a publisher to come a-knockin, so I’ve decided to post all these published columns on the Electric Interpipes, so if there’s a fire in the house my legacy will continue undiminished. Course a publisher would have been nicer.

It’s not a blog as such, since I won’t be maintaining it regularly. All my blogular writing goes to Grapes 2.0. You can follow my virtually constant stream of mind-rubbish over there.

I’ll post each column as I can be bothered, leaving a decent period of time between each publication to allow your funny-bones time to recover before the next onslaught. After the stock has dried up, they’ll appear at the rate of about one every two weeks or slightly less often, depending on how things go.

Bear in mind that these columns were written for a news weekly magazine, and so often have some topical connection. If so, and if I can remember what it was, and if I can be arsed, I’ll add a footnote to explain. But maybe not.

Bear in mind, also — this is a lot of bears — that the magazine is published in Brussels, for an international audience living or visiting here. It could very well be that if you know nothing of the Belgian scene, some of the references will go over your head. Some of the other references may go over your head for another reason I’m not aware of. You may miss some of the jokes because you’re not with-it. Or because they’re not so funny all these years later. Or perhaps because they never were.

So enjoy. I hope you’re getting paid as much for reading these as I was for writing them, but not a centavo more.