The Way Ahead

Its all systems go again over at The Sleaze. After a disappointing few weeks traffic-wise, with none of the October stories exactly setting the world on fire, and a less than enthusiastic response to November's first offering, Wild Man of Westminster, we're bouncing back with I Spit on Your War Grave - a provocative title and near-libellous content, surely a winner? I'm hoping to get a second story up onto the site this week, to tie in with the BBC's annual Children in Need telethon. Don't worry, I've not gone soft. We're not going to be supporting a charity appeal, rather we'll be making an attempt to exploit it for cheap and smutty laughs. After that, we'll be heading for December and Winterval. Plans are already being drawn up for a festive-themed story. There'll probably be just the one this year (frankly, I'm running out of ideas for Christmas stories - Santa's already been on strike, been killed, accused of being a terrorist, come out as gay and has been exposed as a white supremacist over the years).

Undeterred by the lack of interest shown in last year's Christmas ghost story, I'm likely to repeat the exercise in order to provide a suitably seasonal story this year. Beyond that, I've got plenty of ideas for stories to take us well into next year, when, shockingly, we'll be celebrating ten years online. Quite what form these celebrations (if there are any) will take, I've yet to decide. Indeed, some might question whether a decade of being ignored by the mainstream is actually an achievement worth celebrating. But what the heck - from total obscurity to near anonymity in just ten years is a journey well worth celebrating in my book!