‘Queen B’ Quote

Maybe blow-up dolls invaded Ireland during the Dark Ages, landing in the bay here. They raped the men and pillaged the women, adopted the children to imprint their rubbery ways on them, turning them into blow-up orphans. Hence,’ she concludes, ‘Dollymount Strand.’  

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‘Queen B’ synopsis

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Betty Beasley, A.K.A Queen B, is a raving, self-delusional, pipe-smoking, bitch-boss from Hell who suffers from major delusions of grandeur. Queen B is the public toilets supervisor at Dublin Airport. Nobody is more dedicated to the smooth flow of human effluent than Queen B.

Queen B makes the mistake of sacking a Hungarian cleaner who happens to dabble in black magic and plays with voodoo dolls at the weekend.

Jokingly, Queen B chucks a fifty cent down her personal state-of-the-art Japanese toilet and makes three wishes:

Wish 1. Meet a man (any man).
Wish 2. Dada wakes up from his two-year coma.
Wish 3. Have one last chat with deceased Mama.

Queen B’s wishes come true but not how she had planned…

To the Brink of Madness and Back Again…

Keeping in tune with the title for this particular blog entry, I recently travelled to the brink of madness and back whilst trying to pen 3 novels simultaneously.
Ironically, the result was a serious lack of direction and a certain sense of identity loss as the three books are quite different in tone. The identity loss in question extended as far as the mirror where I questioned who the person was shaving my beard.
To cut a long story short, pardon the pun, I took some time out (a few hours) and I’ve decided to stick at what I do best and that is fiction with a tendency towards ‘the absurd and the eccentric…’
Henceforth, I will be solely focusing on ‘Queen B’ because Betty Beasley, Bitch Boss from Hell, is crying out for her moment in the sun.
Till we meet again,
Jon