eet Christopher Bliss, a novelist from Shropshire with childish enthusiasm but so little understanding of the nature of writing that he thinks his Thesaurus is a narrative masterpiece of 26 chapters.
Welcome to his literary salon, where he offers advice from scribes, probes a true writer and proves to be an endearing comic creation.
This bespectacled berk is the brainchild of actor Rob Carter. Take the naivety of Alan Partridge, the childlike innocence of Frank Sidebottom, and the abject lack of self-awareness of David Brent and you get closer to the concept.
Bliss’s Valentine’s Day special also included an exclusive read of her latest book, released that morning before breakfast. It was scorching but unlikely to worry
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He follows Michael’s sexual antics. All of Bliss’s heroes are called Michael. This prevents him from confusing the names.
Despite an obvious track record, there is some originality here. Bliss put his own mark on celebrity chat when he interviewed last-minute guest Guy Bolton, who was a good sport as Bliss poked fun at his thriller The Pictures. He even seems to have read it, which is more than can be said for some serious talk show hosts.
The show ended with an advice session, as Bliss and awesome warm-up man Luke Broker offered advice to the audience.
Whether someone should take publishing advice, however, from someone who believes a prologue is an entire novel is another matter. Ignorance is clearly happiness.