Well, I must say it is a pleasure to welcome today’s guest, even if I have got him second had as usual, having been on Shehanne’s blog first. Still, Milord Cooper is quite a gent. Very helpful to other authors and here we are flying our flag in Rome. Yes, the eternal city, where Shehanne recently had the temerity to go without me.
A large mistake on her part and where the pirates are of course behaving, being awed by all the sites…. So without further ado, let us hear what Milord Cooper has to say.
Felicitations on seeing you in our little stopover today here in Rome. Can you tell us something about your journey from your homeland?
Felicitations? Those there pirates had better not ‘ave kidnapped me cat! Anyway, I digress… I was minding me own as ye do like when I noticed the flag on this ship in the harbour was a bit different. Skull n Crossbones?
How very interesting. I hope you did not think it was ours….
I says to me self and veered a it closer like to get a better look… That’s the last I remember… It all went black. Turns out I was kidnapped… that’s right kidnapped by a bunch of bloody pirates! Lucky for me though, it was all down to a bit of a misunderstanding. Ye see, they thought I was a spy… me taking too much notice of the sail an’ all. Once we’d sorted that out, everything was fine and the journey was rather pleasant.
But of course, I am sure they mistook you for someone else, although kidnapping, now I come to think of it….well, we shan’t go there. The crew are making you welcome now, I trust, having satisfied themselves of your identity?
O’ Aye, they did that alright! I woke up with this terrible headache when someone threw a bucket of water at me. There they were all crowded around gaffing and guffawing at my misfortune. “Here, what’s going on?” I says. “We caught ye spying!” They says. “Spying?” I says. “That’s right, and don’t deny it… we saw ye creeping closer to the ship with such a deep interest in our flag, ye didn’t even hear us come up behind ye!” “I Was admiring it… I always loved the pirate tales when I was a kid and I never seen a pirate ship before, that’s why I wanted a closer look!” I says. That’s when they tied me up and pushed me onto the plank. “Oh no, not the plank!” I says. “I can’t swim!” “Hang on, how’d ye know that was called a plank?” They says. “I told ye, I loved pirate stories as a kid… I bet ye play dice and drink rum too don’t ye?” Well, that’s when they knew I was telling the truth and they all patted me on the back and said, how ‘bout that game of dice then? So we played dice and drank rum, guffawed at each other and slapped each other on the backs the whole way… They were great! I think they might have had quite an influence on me. Good or bad, remains to be seen.
Just be careful they don’t keep you. They did that with Skipper Jane you know. One day an author, the next brandishing a cutlass. Now, you have brought me a pleasing little gift I see.
It’s a spare plank… just in case you wear the other one out.
How…. How…when one was once made to walk one…how very kind of you… Now….you have met the charming members of the club. Can you tell us why we should each of us spend a week reading your book, especially after you brought me that thing, unless it’s to shove Flint along?
Oh Rrr! Well there be scary things in it that should give ye the willies… You’re not afraid, are you? You can hold each other’s hands if that’ll make ye feel safer, I’m sure.
Well, that was SHARP and to the POINT. Still, we are happy to read that kind of book, you can see the gentlemen are already trying to digest it… The plank too….
While I think I have cured Flint of eyeing other women, he is still a great one for eyeing everything else. He calls it booty. Is there anything I should do to disabuse him of helping himself to other people’s boats and their contents? Already we have four gondolas aboard.
There’s nothing like a good bit of booty… oh, ah, hem, sorry.. you mean the spoils. Well, some folks like to collect things don’t they?
Well…. Oh, these jewels were given to me as a gift… Mama’s kitchen https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mamas-Kitchen/431002043619495?fref=ts
most thoughtfully provided our fare today, largely because the pirates eschew the culinary arts for cutlass waving, drinking and frolicking on shore with wenches. Do you have any tips for making them try at least to help my maid, Susan, in the galley? It is such a task and she gets quite fraught.
The caramel and chocolate cheesecake was really good. Guess we could always try to lick the plates clean, save on washing?
Milord Cooper, I swear you quite wow us with the idea. Taliano especially…
Milady Mama’s stuff is just too delicious. Rome is such a lovely city,
which sites—if any– do you intend visiting here when we let you you leave the ship? Provided of course, you first sign a disclaimer that you never saw me, or Flint?
All roads lead to Rome… Mm, I might use that one (It’s taken!) Damn! Oh well, I have a friend who lives in Milan… could spend a bit of time frolicking… er sightseeing there. Who’s me or Flint (wink, wink)
ABUSED BY FAMILY…
BULLIED AT SCHOOL…
FAILED BY THE SYSTEM!
Miedo: Living Beyond Childhood Fear is a british drama set in the historical city of hull in the mid-1960s-1980s. This is the true story of a boy who after losing his mother at a very young age, begins to experience a plethora of paranormal/supernatural incidents brought about through the circumstances of living within a dysfunctional family and resulting in a childhood filled with fear.