Planet Me: Some Sarcastic Ramblings on Anything and Everything that Amuses or Irritates - me.

So, what sort of a book is this? Is it a work of fiction or non-fiction? Basically, is it for you?
Well, it’s not a novel - not a proper completely made up story that’s for sure.
Some book reviewers have asked:
“Where’s the story? The thread to lock the reader in?”
Well I’ll break it to you gently – there isn’t one. The only thread is the warped transmissions that rattle around inside my skull on a whole host of issues from politicians, to mobile phones, to caravans and a lot more besides.
This is basically a book with some stuff in it. It is largely based on facts and my take on events and occurrences that amuse or irritate. However, some elements might have been slightly elongated to become almost fiction. And there might be the occasional slight exaggeration. In fact, some of it might be complete made up crap. And most names and places have been distorted or changed to protect the innocent or not so innocent.
So, if you are looking for a complex intriguing plot with carefully crafted characters – it’s possibly not for you.
If, however, you have the attention span of an Amazonian gnat and simply want something that you can dip into and out of, in any order that takes your fancy, it could be just what you are looking for.
Warning: not for the faint hearted or anybody who thinks life is in any way real, or to be taken seriously.

“Hilarious ranting and moaning, but always set up within the context of a real and interesting storyline”.
“The world this guy inhabits, many will recognise. But some of his solutions to the key issues of the day might make a few wince”.
“Laugh out loud funny for grumpy old - and not so old - men. A perfect gift for that frustrated male in your life”.

Finally, rather than a load of bull - I thought I’d just give it to you straight. After all, that’s what’s on all the inside pages. So, have I got 50,000 golden literary awards to my name? Err, negative. And how many zillions of books have I written? Err, how about one - this one. And have I sold books all over the planet in mega-tonne quantities? Err, possibly not. So, all in all, this might be the biggest pile of rubbish ever penned by any living organism. But what if it isn’t? What if it happens to be sort of okay? Or, even a bit better?
Now, part of this work was sent to just one literary agent, who responded kindly and efficiently with: “we don’t feel this is the right project for our Agency - but we wish you luck” - and a link to a website where I could then sift through the details of 50 billion other agents and have another stab. At which point, I sort of decided I just couldn’t be bothered with all that faffing about. Instead, I’ve just opted to give anybody the chance to have a look.
So, if you happen to be a miserable grumpy old sod like me and you enjoy a good moan; you just never know, it might be for you. MANY THANKS - from PLANET me.