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Monthly Archives: October 2013
All Hallows Eve
Every year Daniel put the same sign in his porch that he put there every year. It read ‘Do not knock – Americanisms not welcome here’. The sign spent the rest of the year stuck to the back of his … Continue reading
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Tales from a microscopic ocean
‘Awight?’ ‘Yeah, not so bad. You?’. ‘Tidy mate. Cauwt anyfink yet then?’ ‘Sod all. Twenny four years and nuffink. Not a sausage.’ They sat in silence for a bit. ‘Yer ‘at’s cracked. Did ya know?’. ‘Yeah. ‘bin that way years. … Continue reading
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Long live rock
My dead Mom had always said that rock music was ‘The Devil’s own work’. At this point in time, she might have been right. We’d smashed some gear up after a bad gig, did some coke and Jack, tried fooling … Continue reading
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Bleating like sheep
Damien watched from a corner of the gallery. Art critics poured over his latest ‘installation’ marvelling at his creativity and insight to the modern world. Camera’s flashed and reporters asked daft questions, spurred on by the furore of the moment. … Continue reading
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Exit, stage left
The trio played their last encore, fuelled by the euphoria of the audience. The towering speaker stacks rumbled, moved the last gasps of vibrating air. Roadies appeared, boxes moved. People dispersed and rubbish was cleared. Over a few thousand years … Continue reading
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The greenest grass
On calling in to see an old friend this week, whilst standing talking in his workshop a car pulled in. Out got a bronzed middle aged blonde, fit, attractive and smiling widely. Turns out she was one of his school … Continue reading
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Gideon lined up for a shot. ‘Dumb birds, I’ll teach them to mess on my car’. Feathers and meat exploded in a pink & grey cloud. ‘Yay! Got them, the bastards’. As he reloaded a voice squawked in his ear … Continue reading
Flowers at the café
‘Thanks for nothing Ike.’ Betty sighed and looked out the window for the last time and lit a candle on the table. At 86 she had served her time and millions of customers at the roadside café now positioned 2 … Continue reading
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