STP – Simply The Pest
When we were in Rhodesia, as kids we went through a
phase of collecting stickers. They would be traded at a furious rate. Lives
could be taken and fights broke out. Because of sanctions stickers were
seriously hard to come by. I recall one coveted sticker – STP
It was some bullshit fuel additive. A bit like Redbull of today. Still, I thought how
weird…STP; because that is the title I
have decided on for my next book - Simply The
Pest
You don’t really have to wait long for it. I am well into
it. It is bad, mad and wicked. Some are rewrites of old stuff posted on this
blog, but much better because…
Yeah, I got my degree. It is official. A BA (open) from the
Open University. I am carrying on for honours, which will be a doddle. I did
all the hard shit and only need a few credits at Level 1 to wrap up big time. I
picked something easy – German for beginners. Hah-hah, I lived in the place for
twenty years and now I am back again spreching the Deutsche almost every day.
Four tiny exams spread over a year - I don’t exactly have to extend myself.
So, I wrapped up the last heavy exam for my 60 credits with
a passable Grade 3 pass. I was more than happy because I was in the middle of
moving and had also lost total interest in the module. My last TMA (Teacher
Marked Assignment) submission went down badly. I redesigned a Wi Fi remote
controlled via Skype vibrator. Teacher was not amused and refused to mark it.
It was passed up the hierarchy and two months later I received a close fail. I
still haven’t bothered to open the sent comments. I didn’t give a monkey – I was
still well okay for the pass I needed.
Ah, it is so nice to have all those fancy letters after my
name. Quite a list now –
Karl Greenberg
BA (Open)
Dip LCW (Open)
Cert Hum (Open)
My ex asked me if they will bring in any money. Not really,
but I know that I wouldn’t be writing without the input from the Open
University, so quite frankly, she can go fuck herself.
Back to STP – yeah, you will love it. Totally different to The Gokwe Kid, it is made up of different
anecdotes that slowly weave together to create the legend and just when you
think it is over, I hit ya with a sequel of what happens after I flew away from
Rhodesia.
Stay tuned and don’t forget, I post loads of nonsense and
silly quizzes on my Facebook page Gokwe
Kid, so join and have some fun.
Oh…almost forgot. I have some serious competition. His name
is Steve, and the tosser happens to be also a fake Jewboy from Salisbury and also has a cutting edge writing
wit (the bastard). He has made me realise I have been complacent and the swine
wants my coveted titles – Rhodesian X
Factor (1977), Strictly come Soldiering
(1978, runner up), I am a Coward – Get me
out of Here (1978), and Rhodesia has
No Talent (1977).
I will keep an eye out for this great pretender…
And – last but not least –
Sales of The Gokwe Kid are doing very well.
All my reviews are top besides some twat who thought he had been done over by
having to buy Part 1 and 2 on Kindle…hah-hah…it’s a hard knock life.
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