The afternoon wore on and the Sun sank her heavy head toward the horizon. In a twirl of mysticism the Sun sang, and she wants us all to know that she gets tired too and is glad of the night so she can rest. The quartet trudged south though still in high spirits. They wereContinue reading “Chapter 7 -At the sign of the Slug and Rider.”
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Chapter 5 – Of Gold mines and magic undies.
The sextet could have formed a magical jazz band. Innocent would have to be the drummer what with being fat and lazy, with Greg on the double bass – his overlong arms and squat legs made him ideal to handle the instrument, while his ugly face would look cool if adorned with shades. Peter wouldContinue reading “Chapter 5 – Of Gold mines and magic undies.”
Chapter 4 – Bearing Our Souls.
It was now a delight to be in the presence of the newly perfumed King, in the Great Hall with its Great Walls and Great Columns and Great Roof and Great Gargoyles. Add to that the of the three most gorgeous babes they had ever seen, the stars of this epic tale were finally ready toContinue reading “Chapter 4 – Bearing Our Souls.”
Chapter 3 – In the Court of the King with the Crimson Face.
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.”
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”
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”
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!”
Fairy Hanny 