It turned out to be much easier than ever to find their way there, to the Great Hall in the Great Castle in the Great City of Setebos. They did turn left and enter door number three. From there they had to work their way along a few deep and dreary back passages but eventuallyContinue reading “Chapter 3 – In the Court of the King with the Crimson Face.”
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Chapter 2 – Desperately seeking Innocent.
It was a relatively short, though oppressive walk to the City of Setebos. The woodland clung to their breath as they toddled along in search of forgiveness and a potential cure. The sky looked down gravely on the heroes, overcasting doubt on the success of their mission. The Sun beamed her glorious smile onto theContinue reading “Chapter 2 – Desperately seeking Innocent.”
Chapter 1 – The hero
The screams were unmerciful. It was as though all the sinners of the world had combined into one unholy union and screeched their anguish into a synthesised megaphone. Was someone being whipped a cripple? The yelps of misery continued but fluctuated with a moaning like the desperate sob of a Brontosaurus attempting to open aContinue reading “Chapter 1 – The hero”
Strange Things from Uranus – Second Edition
I decided it was worth a second edition as there are now three in the series, so it makes sense to unite them properly. Enjoy the new Intro. ************************************************** Fairies wear boots It may have been the night before Christmas, or the night after Christmas or even Christmas night; well it was definitely theContinue reading “Strange Things from Uranus – Second Edition”
Back again after a long delay
I cant believe it was Feb 2018 that I last wrote a post. Then my password was compromised and I had to change it but just didn’t get around to it. I was living in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria at the time and sort of losing direction. I´d gone back to teaching Maths andContinue reading “Back again after a long delay”
Man Shook!
Something told me it was over; Actually It was Etta James. See. When I sensed, You and him kissing. Istanbul Modern walking down the rain poured path, Clear my suede shoes. They´re not blue! No I left them at the causeway between here and now. Soaked Wet Naked We both endedContinue reading “Man Shook!”
My right foot
She who must not be mentioned says she must not be mentioned. So I will talk about my right foot. It is still there, despite an attempt many years ago by a taxi driver, who due to lack of sleep and lack of intelligence, decided to drive his taxi through my motorcycle. This wouldContinue reading “My right foot”
I suppose ´stupid´ is the best word
So there is this woman I know. Cute in a tall sort of way. I´m not sure if you call her east European as she is from Belarus which apparently is still part of Russia. I never quite got a grip of the Decline and Fall of the Soviet Empire. Anyway, she´s nice. We metContinue reading “I suppose ´stupid´ is the best word”
Women, women, women and women!
So Anna is angry at me for wanting to promote her Art work through my Twitter and Facebook accounts. I would normally drop one of her pictures in here but I will give it a miss this time. I don´t get it! Creative people who want to commercialise their work need publicity – yes? Continue reading “Women, women, women and women!”
Friends, stupidity, the beach, boobs and bums
Today I got stuck on a couple of paragraphs, attempting to explain the delights of floating down the River Thyme on a barge. I had the two Elf´s, Mad Tom of Bedlam, Mad Magdalene and Fairy Hanny on the barge of Mr. O´Nighon. I just couldn´t make the text flow like I saw the riverContinue reading “Friends, stupidity, the beach, boobs and bums”
Fairy Hanny 