When Johnno awoke, a prize winning novelist he couldn’t help but think how good life was.
It had been a glittering night. The many and varied had done all they could to be photographed with him.
Considering that he left school at fourteen and worked down the coal mine until he was thirty, his rise to stardom was monumental to say the least.
Now seated on the Lion’s Head he was lost among thoughts of how to spend the money.
Everyone had asked if he had another novel.
‘Not sure I’m all that interested,’ he thought to himself.
Those decisions could wait.
He had fame and glory to soak up.
A month or two of free lunches and TV appearances.
Soon he thought he would make the trek to his mothers bedside in the hope she had enough marbles left to dictate him another winner.
Morpethroad 
Mr SS2 how cruel is Johnno – deceptive little man, taking advantage of his poor old mum. 😦
Dear RM I think Johnno represents those writers who have never had an original thought of their own. Thanks for reading this effort.
hmm there are some out there like that I am sure and your’e welcome. 🙂
Only once have I ‘borrowed’ someone else’s words…….and that was just a joke.
Bad Johnno…let’s hope the lion comes alive and eats him for lunch. Now that would be a really good free lunch 😉
Thanks Lyn for your comment.
haha…I liked this, funny and sad but I’m sure his poor mum wouldnt mind, lol! Well, maybe!
Thanks Kate, I’m not sure about his mum. I don’t think her son is a very scrupulous person.