I read this old Guardian article about The Mole man via a rabbit-trail of facebook links that I forget the start of now.
This quote made me smile:
“I don’t mind the title of inventor,” he said. “Inventing things that don’t work is a brilliant thing, you know. People are asking you what the big secret is. And you know what? There isn’t one.”
Mr Lyttle died since the Guardian wrote about him in 2006, but only after being evicted from his own house, re-homed in one belonging to the council and continuing to dig…
I’d hate to turn this blog into a po-faced collection of craft and industry twittering. Of self promotion and back-scratching. I can be very logical and practical and organised and if you want to be good at anything, you need to have or develop those skills.
But there’s the magic of it too. The thing that is harder to talk about than how to get paid, or what colour fountain pen ink floats my boat. The inventing things that don’t work for no other reason than the fact that it’s brilliant. The Mole Man reminds me of the character of Donald in Cold Light… I reckon I was thinking a little bit about writing when I invented him.
I am off now, happily, to dig holes for no other reason than because I want to.