It was difficult to choose a winner of our competition: it’s clear that there are many ways of being a horrible father. However, we decided to award the prize to Chicken Lady at Locust Lane, if only for the almost insane enthusiasm with which she threw herself into the project. Congratulations, Chicken Lady, your bus ticket is in the mail.
Stand by for our next competition, for which the prize is a family ticket to the Nietzsche Fun Park in beautiful Basingstoke, concrete jewel of Britain.
The winner of the equally prestigious Leacock Medal for Humor, of which we wrote in an earlier post, is Bill Conall for The Promised Land. You can read about it here.
It’s already kennelled in Gert’s Kobo.
One entry has flooded in for our Literary genres competition. Check out our earlier post Literary genres- My horrible father and get your entry in by cockcrow (Australian time) on Sunday April 27th for your chance to win a return bus trip to Nar Nar Goon.
Gert has long considered writing a book called My Horrible Father. It is a venerable genre stretching back at least to the Old Testament God. Then there are many horrible fathers in fairy tales who lock their children up, abandon them or sell them.