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Week 281 – Head Eating Demons, Sharing Arse Administered Medication And Gaye Over Dion Everytime!

Well here we are at Week 281.

Every now and then I am slightly happy.

The last time I was truly happy was the 8th November 1983.

This week was not of that calibre but I did find something that I’ve been looking for, for a very long time.

When I was thirteen and in Secondary School our English Teacher (Mr Brennan – Not that his name really matters but it’s nice to name people especially when they are being applauded and not because they are on some sort of distasteful list.) read us a short story that I loved. It was the first time I’d paid attention to one of those transference type stories and realised that was what it was. I’d always enjoyed vampires and that really is the same sort but as I said, I hadn’t thought about it.

I’d forgotten about it and by the time I remembered how much I’d enjoyed it, I couldn’t recall the title or who wrote it.

Every now and then, I’d try to remember and when the internet was available I started to type in premises but there are so many of that type that I couldn’t find what I was looking for.

Last night I watched a film that I’d recorded. It was a compilation horror which I love but this one wasn’t familiar to me. Weirdly it was made in 1967 which was the year I was born. I started watching it and the very first story made me smile. I knew where it had come from and it only took me another few minutes to find author and title of that story that has been annoying me for forty years!

If anyone is interested it is called ‘Enoch’ by Robert Bloch.

I didn’t even recognise this writer even though he was the author of ‘Psycho’.

Weirdly I have a great love of that film. (I think I read somewhere that they used chocolate sauce instead of blood.) Also, not that long ago I finished watching ‘Bates Motel’ which was brilliantly dark. Freddy Highmore making pancakes whilst wearing his mothers dressing gown was hysterical and unsettling all at the same time.

The reason that I’m telling you all this nonsense is that I think this is a case of a book finding a person. It’s like when you ask someone to lend you a book as you just want anything to read and you find a writer that you enjoy.

That happened with me with James Herbert. My sister, Tracy, was going into town and I gave her money to buy me a book – I told her to pick me anything. She came back with ‘The Fog’.

I’ve loved Herbert ever since. Although when I think back on it, I don’t know what my sister was thinking, I was eleven.

I remember as that was around the same time that I was on medication for being a very nervous child.

How we laughed when she jumped out and frightened me and I went into convulsion. We laughed even more at my relief that the Diazapam hadn’t to be administered rectally, that was only for when we gave it to the dog. There is nothing as loving as sharing medication between child and pet – Childhood is a magical time.

Anyhow, give The Book Gods a chance every now and again, you never know what’ll fall into your lap.

Another two that I probably wouldn’t have chosen but I was given them were ‘Meat’ by Joseph D’Lacy and ‘The Diary Of Esme Lennox’ by Maggie O’Farrel. I’m so glad that I read them.

So if The Book Gods drop a Mills & Boon in my lap…

…They’ll be told to fuck right off!!!!!

Okay onto this weeks stories.

We had three new writers, the amazing Leila and me.

To all our newbies we welcome them, hope that they enjoy their time on the site and most importantly, we want them to continue to send us their work.

The topics this week included; a swap, inevitability, intelligence, nature and growing.

As always our initial comments follow.

 

I was first up with ‘A Mother’s Love‘.

Every time I see a title of mine it just emphasises what I know.

I am shit at titles!!

We had a bit of a discussion regarding the last line. I accept that it seems like a bit of an add-on.

I had considered not mentioning the old couple but then I thought that even though I like to leave certain things up to the reader, Jim would have wanted it known that he was only weeping for them.

He couldn’t weep for the boy as he was part of the system that had helped make him.

Maybe Jim was weeping for himself?

Now that, I leave up to the reader.

 

On Tuesday we had Zachary Hart with ‘The Roquethford Problem

‘An unusual delivery that is interesting to read.’

‘To write something this way is rather challenging.’

‘The style compliments the story.’

 

Deleting Eve‘ broke the back of the week.

The writer was Jessica Holzhausen.

‘These type of stories are naturally evolving. That parallels the subject matter!’

‘A thought provoking premise.’

‘The question about belief in a robot is AI at it’s most evolved.’

 

Next up was David Darvasi.

Crimson Coloured Raindrops‘ was published on Thursday.

‘Mesmerizing!’

‘This gives you something to think on.’

‘This is one of those that stays with you and niggles. And all in a good way.’

 

And we finished up with a legend!

The enigmatic lady herself finished off the week.

Disorientation Day‘ from the pen of Leila Allison was next up.

‘The names alone are worth an Oscar.’

‘More amazing clarity from complexity.’

‘Is this how Leila gets through her day, weaving hilarious stories around the ordinary goings on?’

 

So that’s us rounded up the round up.

I’ve not mentioned Miss Anderson for a while. (I wonder how she’s doing??)

Please keep the comments commented by commenting.

The repetition is getting tedious!

And go on, have a go, you know you want to at the Sunday Re-Run.

Just pick an older story that you’ve enjoyed and write a spiel or introduction for it. You can even throw a few questions in for the writer. We’ll publish exactly what you send us.

Just to finish off.

Whilst I was doing this posting, I was also nicking back and forth into our submissions and one story mentioned Marvin Gaye.

I’d like to mention three songs and the simplicity in them compared to some of the complex stories we receive. And not even so much the stories, a few of the introductory emails have us baffled.

I wonder if people actually converse in this way? Maybe they do but that means there are more than one of them and I find that difficult to believe that they have any friends.

Please folks, keep things simple. No-one has ever said in a negative way, ‘That was so easy to understand.’

On the other-hand, you may think that folks would say, ‘My God! The use of words of forty syllables with that one week used Sanscrit intertwining text is not only brilliant, it’s awe inspiring and enlightening.’

They won’t.

They’ll simply say, ‘What the fuck is this fud all about?’

Have a listen to:

‘Abraham, Martin And John’ by the aforementioned Mr Gaye.

‘Is This The World We Created’ by Queen.

And ‘Imagine’ by John Lennon.

That is how simple a powerful message can be.

Or how powerful a simple message can be!

 

Hugh

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4 thoughts on “Week 281 – Head Eating Demons, Sharing Arse Administered Medication And Gaye Over Dion Everytime!”

    1. Hi Dave,
      You are very welcome.
      And thanks for reading!
      Here is another tip – Don’t listen to the Andy Williams version, it’s awful!!
      All the very best my friend.
      Hugh

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  1. I had a neighbor who was too cheap to feed his cat decent chow, so I routinely gave him what a cat is supposed to eat, which is NOT the cheapest star-shaped food they sell at Walmart. In return he (the neighbor, not the cat) gave me a book that I probably would have never read: A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving. It was a very good book, well worth taking over the feeding of a tuxedo cat named Samantha, for a number of years until the two parties disappeared from the neighborhood.
    It is too bad we cannot choose our relatives. Marvin Gaye, and the world in general, would have benefited if he had had a different father,

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    1. Hi Leila,
      I reckon that’s why none of us should have children. There are some terrible mixes!
      Yep, let mankind die out and let the cats have free run of our houses and the world would be a better place. The birds would be in trouble as we wouldn’t be there to amuse.
      I’ve also been adopted three times by cats.
      I called one ‘See you next Tuesday’ so it was in line with our own cat ‘Fuck’.
      He is buried at our old house as the main road claimed him as well as ‘Fuck’s’ sister ‘Black Fuck’. ‘Fuck’ was originally ‘No Black Fuck’ but when her sister got killed she just became ‘Fuck’.
      Another was ‘Jimmy The Bag’- He looked like Bagpuss and sounded like Jimmy Stewart.
      He frequented the old house too.
      And we had Bernard. (A nod to ‘Nursey’ from ‘Blackadder II’) who made the house I am in at the moment sufferable. Unfortunately his owners moved and took him away.
      That’s life or as a great singer once sang, ‘The World Is Just A Great Big Onion’.
      Thanks as always!
      All your time and effort is much appreciated!
      Hugh

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