Oh wow, what can I say? A prize for me story in the Skintwriter competition, and a 'specially for me' certificate. I am so honoured and touched and I must say some thank you's....Firstly, thank you to everyone who voted for me, and I would also like to thank my family, as without their persistent attempts at distraction I would probably never write a word. Thank you to the cat for keeping me lap warm and thanks to the kettle for those unending hot drinks. I would like to pay tribute to me leather chair and the support it has given through this literary challenge and a big thank you to Tesco for supplying a rather nice wine to keep the writing juices flowing.
Last, and by no means least, I would like to thank Skinty for his admirable skill in choosing the winners! And, of course, thank him again for the hours of effort he put into making my very individual, professional looking certificate - look, did you see, it's got a gold ribbon and everything and you would never know he used a Weetabix packet - so talented!
30 comments:
Congratulations!
(I'm so jealous)
Where's my comment? Have I gotta write the bloody thing again? Oh well... here goes:
Skint used to be a Weetabix packet? That's mighty impressive!
Love the certificate. Pity the book wasn't the Mr Potatoe Head one - it's my bestist favourite.
So you should be Roberta, the likes of you and I can only stand back and wonder at the man's professionalism!
(my book is in his hands, should I worry?)
Sharon, there are lots of potato heads in it - it's very good and I'm going to try 'Mushroom Yoganoff for tonights supper! Yummy!
The nutters from Cornwall unite. Sounds like the title for a movie. Starring Skint (is he from Cornwall??), Minx, and Confucious.
But yes, the Weetabix certificate looks great. Congratulations me dear. You so deserve it. ANd now you'll know what to do with potatoes.
No, no Saaleha, Skint is a Welshcake, not a Cornish pasty - funny accent an' all that!
And yes, the potato's, no longer a mystery. Suppose I'll have to cook now!
Happy Ramadan Saaleha, peace and light.
Yeehaaa! Well done, oh Minxy one!
It was thoroughly deserved - and now I know what I too can look forward to, assuming mine doesn't get lost in the post on it's long journey south.
But now, tell me something, when you don't cooperate with the Skint, does he, like all good Welshmen, sing at you? ;-)
No, he just calls me a diva (which I actually quite like!!).
Anyway, dunno, you had better ask him if he sings at anyone else.
The man, the myth, the monster, it is he - emerging for air from all this concentration and potato munching, to thank you all - without you lot there would not be any competition nor any prizes so onwards to the next competition - coming soon - get your quills sharpened
and minx - stop faffing around on your blog and get that manuscript polished - there are readers waiting . . .
Slave driver.
And, by the way, do you know what this is doing to me. I haven't had a drink for weeks, me eyesight is failing, me bum is sore and the Gin Club think I'm dead!
What have you done to me - I'm a social outcast....now you're going to do another competition, is there no end to your demands!! I'm sure it didn't say this in the contract......polishing, polishing....
Being a social outcast incinerates that you had a social life in the first place.....instead of spending your time tapping away at the keyboard in the understairs cupboard.
2 sugars in mine please!
OUCH !!
Is that Skint's writing?
Oh, fabulous Minx!
Congratulations once more on your pretty prizes.
You know you did an excellent job writing Diamonds.
That showed me your breathtaking talent & no exaggeration!
love
heheheheheh I see you found Ronald McHummer - fun ain't it ;-)
I came across RM a while ago on 'Island Monkey', your post just reminded me that it was time to dig it out!! Thanks.
And yes Susan, physical evidence that Skint is a real person, although apparently the Welsh still use quills!!
ha ha!
I'm lovin' it!
:o)
Comes to something when the plagiariser gets plagiarised....I fart in your general direction Minx
Right back at you Mr Trevaskis and stop smarmy-ing up to me links, you'll corrupt them.
Back in your box - NOW!!
Oh I've swtiched to Beta blogger and am no longer an 'other'. He he. OK I'll calm down now.
Wow, congratulations Minx. I guess I best get off my bum and get ready for the next competition. Great story Minx, I really enjoyed reading it. :)
Yes, off yer bum Jefferson, sharpen that quill, swords at dawn an' all that!!
Congrats, Minx. You posted a great story and it was a deserved win. And I love the fact that Skint is still slave driving you - no favouritism there!
Enjoy the potatoes - I shall enjoy them vicariously through you!
Congrats once again minx, I do like the cert - are you going to frame it?
I like the idea of cyberquills being sharpened everywhere...
Gorgeous certificate, you dear Cornish diva.
Um - will your book also be printed on the back of an old cereal packet? Just thought I'd ask ...
My dad used to 'send' mum's birthday card to her every year on the back of a pack of Senior Service ... They weren't even his fags, but hers ... So if Skint phones and asks for you to redirect your recycling Waleswards, don't say I didn't warn you ...
Thanks Debi, I am just checking this point!
SKINT!!!!
Nah - don't worry - it's just recycled recycled rejection slips and pot noodle cartons . .
Phew!
In Confucious's first comment, he has an interesting typo of "incinerates" when he means "insinuates".
My dear Maxine, surely you realise that I did it on porpoise
Just so long as you weren't insinuating anything incinerating about the MistressWork, Confucious.
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