You Know You're Nuts When…


A vintage black and white phot of two smiling showmen with top hats and big grins saying "Squirrel's nuts are our speciality."

We’re in what used to be East Berlin.

Tip: If there are trams, you’re probably in East Berlin.

East Berlin had trams. West Berlin ripped them up for being old-fashioned and stupid.

They’re regretting it now and want more, but trams still mostly don’t go further west than Hauptbahnhof (Main Station).

So if you’re on a tram, you’re probably in old East Berlin.

Seeing the most incredible things…

Taking the tram yesterday, we passed a big vet (animal doctor, not war hero), and the surgery windows were plastered with pictures of animals pimping the vet’s services.

Dogs saying, “I got chipped here!”

Cats saying, “My glands were expressed here!”

And a squirrel saying, “I was castrated here!”

A squirrel.

I mean, I can understand why the vet is proud of castrating a squirrel.

It can’t have been easy.

They’re famous for hiding their nuts.

But I’ve never heard of pet squirrels before.

And I refuse to believe people are castrating wild squirrels.

Nonetheless, this vet obviously understands there are enough people whizzing past on the tram outside his window for this service to be a money-maker.

Know your audience, I suppose.

I’m still only getting to know mine.

The only thing I know for sure is that my books aren’t for everyone.

If you’re not into something a little different, something a little strange, then you won’t like them.

And that’s fine.

I’d rather write books that thrill a few people than a bland book that everyone reads… and then forgets.

So, where else can you read about a man raising the dead with a parrot, other than in The Forgotten Creatures?

Get it here to learn why!

Chat soon!

Morgan

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