I have been away in Leeds this weekend. I got the train both ways. People who know me may be surprised to learn that Virgin (my provider of “choice” on this occasion) didn’t do anything bad to incur my pissedoffness.
On the way back it was, however, very busy, and so I had to sit next to someone. She had an enormous bag on her seat and I thought she was being really rude, but it turns out it was full of bricks or rocks or something, and she was too weak to lift it onto the rack. And don’t think I’m being patronising, it was really heavy. I know because I smiled in a manly fashion (in my head anyway) and said “I’ll have a go” at which point I did a few grunts and decided it might be better off under our feet.
If there is one thing I hate more than sitting next to a person on a train, it is having them talk to me, but I was pleasantly surprised that when we got talking (read: she broke through my miserable old bugger persona) she was pleasant and willing to go on amusing conversational tangents which would lead most people to bury their head in their newspaper.
All of this is my long, boring preamble to explain why we ended up dusting off an idea for a children’s book that she had had 15 years ago, the Eponymous “Captain Collie”.
Captain Collie (potential first name “Rusty” although this is not definite) is the captain of a ship on the Seven Seas who fights pirates, rescues damsels and is a Border Collie. He has a retinue of other salty sea dogs, and there is a cast of baddies and a princess and everything. We fleshed out the main characters and cast the inevitable movie version (it should be good, it has Sean Connery and Antonio Banderas in it) and discussed basic plots.
I like to think she will write it and I will get a mention in the preface.