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.
The first draft of this daft little vision of a post-democracy world emerged before the chatterati had decided to agree with me that democracy was over.
By draft two it had become a post-Brexit novel and by the final draft it was also post-Trump. I had to rush it out a little sooner than intended before real life nicked all the gags.
Don't tell my editor but I sneaked the Trump reference in at the last minute. Couldn't resist it.
Minnow had ordered Diet Coke (no ice or lemon) for himself, espresso for Gerald and sparkling mineral water (with slices of lemon and lime, but no ice) for Caroline. The order never varied. Alcohol never featured. The days of gentlemen’s clubs, a parliament full of drink, and drunks, snoozing on the benches of an afternoon were part of the old system. All washed away in the tide of righteous indignation that had wiped election-based oligarchy from the face of the earth. Well, almost. A few pockets of popularity culture still existed, mostly on small Pacific islands with ‘elected’ leaders who thought they were important, but mostly nations were content to see their engine rooms as a job of work. It had been touch and go with America for a while, but even they decided there had to be a better way after the first couple of Trumps.