Out in the van – Bridlington

Off we go…

So we did not actually go in the Van but did go to Bridlington for a few days and left a day early because the dog found it very difficult to settle and it turned out that the cage we took for him was too small so he had to sleep in the bed and I had to sleep on the couch and I didn’t have a blanket…

But we had a very nice time…

Denial – Room 101

101 words

These used to be 101 words. Sometimes they still are, like this one. Sometimes not. They are often snippets, occasionally unfinished and sometimes simply the beginnings of something for another time. Mostly though they are just whatever…

The sea of smiling faces turned as the doors opened slowly, the first strains of the organ playing.

She was a vision in white but all he could feel was rage. Rage at the thing inside her, the thing that bound him to her. Rage at how they valued nothing but money, and who saw him as merely another thing to be possessed.

She smiled at her sister as she approached, another vacuous thing living only to please their rich daddy. “I should choke her too,” he thought to himself smiling.

The music stopped as she took his hand.

“You look beautiful darling.”


You look beautiful

The In-between – Part 1 of 31

Where lots of things start and end

So throwback Friday is apparently a thing. I can’t believe it’s 5 years ago now, but in 2018 I did what ended up being almost a book’s worth of writing in a month. It started with this tiny little snippet in response to a prompt. I keep thinking that I need to go back to it and rewrite it and get it into the book that it could or should have been. I might do that…

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Okay so I’m doing M’s prompts and going to try and do a full month as one long story with no planning. The first was titled ‘The Inbetween’ so thats the name of the story. Each prompt is only meant to take a few minutes. Let’s see how it goes.

I’m not sure what I am anymore. I know I’m dead, I remember that all too well, but it was hardly the significant finale I was expecting.

There were no pearly gates or lights to head towards, and neither was there fire nor brimstone nor the anguished gnashing of teeth – something Mrs Henderson next door would most certainly be disappointed about given her insistence that one day my wicked ways would most certainly be repaid in true Old Testament fashion.

The way she always looked at me when she said it I’m pretty sure she meant buggery, she just had that look of a woman who feared buggery above all things. Her husband was a big man, so that may have explained it.

So alas Mrs Henderson I am afraid there is a distinct lack of buggery wherever it is that I am, though there are rather a lot of us here in-between who are somewhat in need of an answer as to just what is going on.

Part 2 is here

So I have these comics…

This could take a while

To be almost exact I have about 2 and a half thousand of them. They date back to 1977, and I have every single issue Of the weekly copy of 2000ad.

Ever heard of Judge Dredd? Well it’s the one where you’ll find him.

I started reading when I was young and when I got the chance to buy all of the collection I did so about 18 years ago, and now I’ve continued to buy it every week.

But here is the thing, I’ve not actually read them all. So, I have decided that every single day as much as I can, I’m going to read 7 of them, and if I have any luck in about a year and a year I will have read every single one of them.

I realize it’s pretty ambitious and I’ll probably fall short but I think they deserve to be read again from the beginning so that is my intention.

Oh and when I read them my intention is to pop each one of them in a protective little bag and slot in a backboard and do my best to preserve them for as long as possible.

Actually I think that’s going to cost a bloody fortune. Oh well.

Some Saturday night limericks

A few of these…

‘My Friend’ watches far too much telly

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middle aged, double chins and round belly

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legs and arms got quite thick

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now he can’t see his dick

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and his man boobs they jiggle like jelly

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A husband one day proclaimed dead

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seems his wife shot him right through the head

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on his phone saw a text

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“Banged your sister, you’re next!”

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really made quite a mess of the bed

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Farmers wife with a craving for men

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got caught cheating again and again

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hub quite angry threw fits

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then he chopped her to bits

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fed her parts to the pigs in his pen

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