Friday, 5 June 2009
If I had a sex change would I be eligible for the Orange prize? Of course that is if I was good enough. Just a thought. But perhaps that's me being a middle aged man. I thought writing was writing. Genderless, but I may be wrong. I heard the tragic news that David Carradine died yesterday in a hotel room in Thailand. He could walk on rice paper without making a sound and single handedly wrought revenge on all those racist cowboys in the wild west. I was brought up an David Carradine. He was the acceptable face of Kung Fu. Bruce Lee was too violent for the small screen, so every Saturday night we watched him walk across California kicking ignorant men in their Chaps whilst dispensing Eastern wisdom. He will be sorely missed and I will now have to roll up my own rice paper and move on.