Oh hurrah, the award for Bad Sex in Fiction has been awarded, to none other than the sister of the Mayor of London. She's thrilled.
I thoroughly recommend having a read of the extracts, they're wonderfully awful.
I hope one day to write a truly, artfully dreadful bit of fictional sex. I've never heard the term "gribbly nipple" before, and thank you very much David Mitchell for sharing it with the world. I'm enthralled by Julia Glass' inability to make a metaphoric decision, thus "She closed her eyes again and let herself sink further down, or come more fully to the surface, she wasn't sure which ...". And the image of an old Scottish woman struggling 'out of a series of cardigans' is possibly the greatest turn-off image since Wayne Campbell and Garth Algar's Margaret-Thatcher-naked-on-a-cold-day.
One day I hope to write bad fictional sex well enough to win a plaster foot trophy of my own.
I guess I'm just a dreamer...
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Hiya Jean - recently discovered your blog thanks to the wonder that is The Watercooler. I love how it is so written in your voice! Post more often so I have something to read when I ought to be working, other than the extracts from the bad sex in fiction finalists, which I haven't yet finished reading. What have read so far is pretty funny though! Thanks for sharing.
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