A post-Brexit, post-Trump romp through the world of what-if.
In a world where democracy has been declared no longer fit for purpose, a cohort of randomly-selected British Republic citizens receive their call to serve in parliament. As the strangers gather to learn their tasks for the next three years, the Cabinet Support Team try to fit jobs to skills—but Queenie can’t do nuffin’. Naturally she becomes head of state. Together the new government muddles through, tackling unrest on the streets and a spot of global bioterrorism in addition to their own journeys of self-discovery.
Carolyn has been a psychologist, a paramedic, a proof reader, a patisseur and several other things, not all of them beginning with P. A trucker, for example. She began writing the day she decided to try and see the world...doing both just to find out if she could. When excerpts from her first travelogue were published by the Rough Guides she decided to keep on doing both. It made a change from teaching CPR to nightclub bouncers and designing wedding cakes.
Carolyn maintains that she is either multi-faceted or easily bored, depending on who is enquiring.
I had no idea I was filing annoying people away in my head to put in books. When I wrote this line it came, fully formed, without any sense of the person who'd inspired it. Meeting her again this week after several years brought a huge smile of recognition to my face, but probably not for the right reasons.
Caroline observed, not for the first time, that Gerald was the only man she knew who could look down his nose without moving his head.