I was going to write a poem earlier on today
but the muse buggered off, went away.
I can’t claim that it’s come back but if you start something
you should try and finish it or so the smart money do say.
I walked 5.1 miles yesterday.
On a pilgrimage to see where Ken Frane lives.
I’ve placed him in the twilight zone between Fidlas Rd and
Fidlas Avenue
Llanishen
After 34 years in Cardiff, I’d never walked up that road before.
“The down at heel, dishevelled gumshoe never quite solves the mysteries to anybody's satisfaction. He is an example of the anti-detective novels which originated in Italy in 1929. It led to a type of crime fiction without certainty of solution. If you like your crime cozy with an element of caper and you don't really care 'Who Dunnit?' then this is the short story for you.” read the billboard.
His face in side profile with a Homburg hat.
“Has a modern Dick Tracey feel to it” said one of the
reviews.
The writer whose vehicle is a shark and shanks’s pony
will be celebrating 10 years a blogger on Wednesday 19th
January
and when he started in 2012 Ken Frane wasn’t even a glint in
the author’s eye
but by and by he appeared from the gloom and the fog of the
subconscious.
Ken Frane is an everyman, he means well but is clumsy and
accident prone.
His second in command Terry Heston fares little better.
One day the crime fighting duo will have their own blue
plaque
like Holmes & Watson.
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