Here I go, promoting another Tinman post.
You and the Hub* and Mrs Tin and even Tinman himself have nothing to fear: this is not a blomance on my part.
I am in love with Tinman’s words, not his scrap metal; his humour, not his funnel. I believe he is the most underrated blogger in the sphere and ought to be read by everyone, everywhere, who loves a good laugh.
However, I am not re-blogging this particular post whereof I speak, for three reasons:
- He doesn’t use illustrations and I like my posts to have illustrations (see, I can be critical. Just ask the Hub)
- I’m this close to being a stalker.
- It’s all about me!
Tinman wrote a story about Aquatom which I loved so much, I demanded my own story. Fearing I might visit my ancestral home (in Ireland, where he lives, not far from a smelly river) and not knowing if the Hub has any control over me (in this house, where he lives, next to a smelly bottom), Tinman obliged.
A wise decision.
(Don’t you love how threatening italics can be?)
Click on this link to read all about my adventures with Captain Picard, the one man for whom I might leave the Hub* – despite the fact that he’s fictional – for exciting nights of reading Shakespeare, gazing sternly at the people around us and saying together, Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.
Here’s a sample of Tinman’s story to tempt you:
“Approaching the planet now,” said Data.
“On screen,” said the Captain.
“I see it, sir,” said Ensign Tilly Bud from behind him. “It’s a barren desert planet.”
“We haven’t turned the screen on yet,” said Picard. “You’re looking at the back of my head.”
*I would never leave a man who buys me nine boxes of Maltesers for Christmas as my main present, and socks, digital camera and laptop as stocking fillers.
He totally gets me.