"It's the world's smallest violin, playing just for the waitresses ..."

There's a storm brewing over on the Blasted Heath. They've had this idea for short story collections, you see, and they've got all their covers designed in a Penguin-stylee, but it appears that nobody wants the pink cover.

I know, right? Like pink isn't hardboiled enough for them, the fucking poseurs. When pink is the colour of an open wound, a good steak, pigs (handy for disposing of a corpse), baby rats, a diamond stolen by David Niven, Hubba Bubba and an albino assassin's eyes. So I say reclaim pink for the toughest of the Blasted Heath authors. I say make pink the vanguard colour for the new hardboiled.

I say, VOTE BANKS FOR THE PINK!