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Week 303 – The Leader Of The Rat-Pack, Three Barrels Is Minging And Popeye’s Obvious Love For Power Ballads.

And it is now Week 303.

Before I forget I need to let you all know that we are not stopping for Christmas. We will be posting stories all through.

The reason is quite simple, we are around ten weeks in advance and if we had stopped publishing that would have taken us over a three month waiting time which we don’t want. We would like to stay between eight and ten weeks if possible.

The only thing to be aware of is we may not be about as much as normal but if you submit or comment, then we will get around to answering and authorising.

Have you ever had something happen and you realise that in all your life you had never seen or heard that. And when you think on it, it’s a bit weird? That happened to me the other night when I was walking to work. A guy passed me on his motor bike and he was singing ‘My Way’ at the top of his voice. I couldn’t tell if he was any good as his engine was doing the harmonising. Not sure if he was a bit mad or a bit pished. Either way, I don’t know if using any form of machinery was a good idea. Especially machinery that he could point at people.

I like when life throws you the odd realisation. I don’t know what is more fun, getting the realisation or realising you didn’t know in the first place.

An arrogant man thinks he knows more than he does. A realist knows he knows less than he knows and there are others who just don’t give a fuck.

Intellectual snobbery really does rip my knitten’. If you have knowledge over the norm on a specific subject / subjects, it just means that you have got a good memory for that / those subjects. It is all relative. If someone puts a gun to your head and tells you if you can’t name all the Kardashians then it’s ‘bye-bye brains, your thirty doctorates in molecular physics ain’t going to help you.

There is an argument that if you can name all the Kardashians then you should blow your own brains out but what the fuck – If being a voyeur to folks who have more money than an infinite number of horses can shit, in an infinite number of universes is what floats your boat, you knock yourself out. (Please don’t be conned with that last statement, I know fuck all about physics. I just find if you throw in certain words some folks think you are some sort of scholar. Others that work are ‘infinite’, universe’ and also parallel. Using those, you will get caught out by those who know but wankers assume you are a wanker.)

Ahhh ‘probability’, another subject of the arses!

I’m not snobbish about anything accept Brandy. Cheap Brandy makes me gag. But again, if that’s what you like, you enjoy.

When I think on it, it’s not really snobbery, it is about gagging.

I worked in M&S for years and I used to do tasting demonstrating. My gaffer asked me what I thought of their Brandy and my words were, ‘I wouldn’t even put that shite in a sherry trifle.’

I got on very well with her and whereas some folks would take my comments as sarcastic or unpleasant, she just laughed. I remember when the Queen Mother died and she told me that I had to be on the shop floor to stand in respect. I told her I was going for my break. She said she wanted everyone on the floor, again I told her I was going for my break. She asked why and I told her my dislike for royals. She insisted, so I stared into her eyes and said that if I was on the floor, she would be sacking me at 11.05 as at 11.00am I would be standing ontop of a till singing ‘Happy Days Are Here Again’.

She agreed that I should go for my break.

Okay onto this weeks stories.

It’s not often that this happens but we had no new writers. Everyone is an old hand or a returner.

The subjects this week include; a trip, a tribute, hell, looking back and removal.

As always our initial comments follow.

First up was the legend that is Mr Tom Sheehan. I promise after the turn of the year to count all the writers stories as I do these postings. (Hah! Maybe that is another resolution to be broken!)

Scratch‘ got us up and running on Monday.

‘Tom really can tweak your interest within a few paragraphs. This was no different.’

‘More a memorial than a fiction story and all the better for it.’

‘Excellent writing as always.’

Tim Frank was next up.

Counting Leaves‘ was his sixth story for us.

‘There is something in this that is appealing.’

‘Tim always makes you think.’

‘Each story from this writer is so different.’

We broke the back of the week with Jim Hanna. Jim is getting close to the twenty mark.

Strutting Hog‘ was his sixteenth outing for us.

‘Great pace and tone that suits the story.’

‘He packs quite a bit of atmosphere into this.’

‘This shows a confident writer.’

On Thursday we published ‘Limits‘ by Yash Seyedbagheri.

There is quite a run of his stories coming up and every one is an absolute belter.

‘This was quite the tear jerker.’

‘I found this to be a very sad and moving piece.’

‘The puzzle about how to pack things was very well done.’

And we finished off with Rose Banks.

She returned to the site on Friday with, ‘Unfinished Business.

‘I found this enthralling.’

Horror isn’t really my thing but I enjoyed this.’

‘Great writing. Rose controlled it beautifully.’

The reminders, well, I really would ask for you to have a look and comment. Let it be your Christmas present to some of our writers.

The same with the Re-Run, why not make someone’s Christmas by nominating them for a Re-Run. Just pick an older story that you’ve enjoyed and write a spiel or an introduction for it. Throw in a few questions for the writer and we will publish exactly what you send us.

Whilst I’ve been typing this I’ve been enjoying some Whitesnake. Yep they are rather commercialised and really do the whole 1980’s Power Ballad thing to death but there is something about that music that makes you want to clench your fists lift them to eye level and then slowly bring them down.

I was listening to their ‘Trouble’ Album. My fingers are cramping and it’s taken me hours to write this.

I’m not sure if I will be able to pull a cracker on Friday but I will toast the site and all those involved.

Have as good a time as you can!

Here’s to all of you my fine friends!!!

Hugh

All the very best to you and Gwen, Hugh. We will raise a glass or several to you and yours. xx And a very happy whatever you celebrate to all the readers and authors. I hope you are well and joyful. dd

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13 thoughts on “Week 303 – The Leader Of The Rat-Pack, Three Barrels Is Minging And Popeye’s Obvious Love For Power Ballads.”

  1. This post reminds me of an epiphany I had yesterday–A Gift to Humankind epiphany. While standing out in the rain and wind smoking a cigarette, it occurred to me just how much better the world would be if certain people were no longer on or in or at it. (Fucking Grammarly went out of its mind there; gotta uninstall that thing.) To be true, most of us think that sort of thing at least five times a day, and it remains toothless until some bozo (such as I) posts it in a public forum, for the gist of the thought more than implies advocacy of violence.

    No, no, no, not at all. My epiphany focused on the positive. You see, for whatever reason, there’s a renewed furor to go to the Moon, just to see if anything has changed on or in or at that dead little hellworld we can easily study via mechanical proxy, in the last fifty years, I guess. My suggestion involves building a permanent base on the Moon and then sending all politicians, royals, and–especially–Tom Cruise there to keep an eye on things and to report back if flowers suddenly sprout in the lunar spring. Robo supply ships and medical androids will keep the Mooners going.

    Although I admit that my idea is as unoriginal as most things thought up while smoking in the rain,–I beg that you understand I’m scraping the bottom of this year’s comment idea barrel. It seems that in this year of hoarding, a certain comment sharing stinginess has fallen over the land. I understand, but if you actually read any of the above it then must be clear that I am struggling to avoid the usage of generic, “Sixty Spoke” comments such as “Swell plotline!” or “Nifty twist” and putting down whatever is currently flowing betwixt me ears.

    I close this semi-articulate, mini-manifesto by reminding the reader that although the Spirit of the Season always seems to have it’s hand on your wallet, commenting on another person’s work is free and thus of no interest to the types of persons I propose to send up and keep an eye on the Moon.

    Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, even to Fther Karras and all the other Faithless Slime.
    Leila Allison

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    1. Yes, – But – I love evening – nay early nights with the partner of many years not to say husband – out in lawn chairs gazing up at the sky – whilst (yes I use that word with glee knowing that it makes reader’s toes curl) whilst (hehehe double dipping) gazing at the stars, planets, passing space station and satellites and perforce the moon. How much would that be ruined by the knowledge that there was a Bojo – a Trump – A Fleece Mogg up there. No no – I beg you to reconsider. Keep the moon pure and beautiful – well except for the urine bags and what not – don’t besmirch it with humans – well I say humans!!!! if we have to gather them together and stick em out of the way there is plenty of empty quarter in Arabia. On this most unchristian of thoughts I wish everyone a very peaceful and healthy end of the year festivity. xxxx

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      1. Diane is much more levelheaded than I. It would be a vexation to gaze at the Moon and feel the same way a sensitive person must feel while driving past a prison. I guess we all will have to live in harmony and do our best to outlive our enemies.
        Merry Christmas!

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      2. I hope everyone enjoys the festering season. Thanks to Diane and Hugh for your curating. And best wishes to Leila and all the other writers and readers.

        Last night I was gazing at the stars – glad I did as the sky will be overcast for the next few days here. Geekily took my binoculars and witnessed the wonder of Jupiter and Saturn almost in conjunction.

        Whilst glad to see the back of the oleaginous orange from the White House, I remain pessimistic about the future. Despite the decline of institutional faith, I detect the resurrection of the religious impulse in the pious and doctrinal proclamations of so-called progressives. Many a liberal is in danger of violating the Trades Descriptions Act.

        C.S. Lewis was onto something in the (posthumously published) God in the Dock:

        “My contention is that good men (not bad men) consistently acting upon that position would act as cruelly and unjustly as the greatest tyrants. They might in some respects act even worse. Of all tyrannies a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience. They may be more likely to go to
        Heaven yet at the same time likelier to make a Hell of earth. Their very kindness stings with intolerable insult. To be ‘cured’ against one’s will and cured of states which we may not regard as disease is to be put on a level with those who have not yet reached the age of reason or those who never will; to be classed with infants, imbeciles, and domestic animals.”

        Chin chin!

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    2. Hi Leila,
      Thanks as always.
      I wonder if Mr Cruise would be happier with a planet – Maybe Jupiter – Or is that a falsehood. I’d hate to mention religion of any kind with inaccurate fact.
      I do wonder what planet Mr Tom was on when he accepted the role in ‘The Mummy’ – Worst version ever!!!
      Space is such a weird subject for me. I honestly couldn’t give a shit about any of it. Although I wish I had been an adult in 1969 as I would have loved to have heard those iconic words:
      ‘One small step for man, one dance routine for a paedophile weirdo.’

      All the very best to you and the fur hats over the holidays Leila!!!
      (Remember suitable prezzies for the fiends or they will make you suffer.)
      Hugh

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    1. Hi Leila,
      As I mentioned, I’m a sucker for ‘Whitesnake’ but there are a few of Aerosmiths that I would count like ‘Angel’ or ‘Crazy’ But surely they are too good to be classed as a Power-Ballad group!?
      When I’m getting burnt to cinders, hopefully when I’m dead and not during some fucked up insurance scam, Aerosmith’s ‘Ragdoll’ will be my rolling in music.
      My ma’ always said that I’d better not be cremated as it would take them a week to put out the fire.
      Hugh

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      1. I especially enjoy hard rock videos from the 80s. I recall the Whitensnake one in which Coverdale’s leggy then wife is “poured” all over a car. Hell catchy tune as well. It’s nice to see that “artists” didn’t always take themselves so damned suicidally serious. I always thought rock was supposed to be about fun and just a little angst, not the other way around. Saw one vid by a band whose name I can’t remember called “Cherry Pie.” Maaan, talk about filthy…but the spirit was all right and I was not at all offended.
        Don’t worry about burning in the netherworld. I hear that the Scientologists plan to buy out the devil and rename the hole Hell Ron Hubbard. Dirty videos don’t offend me, but every little thing about that cult pisses me off. (I know you’re too respectful not to bag on other people’s faith. I ain’t respectful. The whole thing is a scam and I can’t believe that it has done so well.)
        LA

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  2. I originally thought that Kardashians were some sort of aliens from one of those space-operas. I still think I was only half wrong. I would be one dead hack if I had to name more than one, and I’m ashamed I could do that.

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    1. Hi Marco,
      I had to laugh when one of my old bosses stated that she enjoyed watching them as they were just a normal family. I hate the word normal but I really don’t think it can apply to them. They will pay more on security than many will see in a lifetime.
      Thanks as always my fine friend.
      Hope you and yours have as good a time over the holidays as you can.
      Hugh

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    1. Hi Dave,
      Thanks so much, I send the same wishes to you and yours.
      My toast at New Year has been for a long time now:
      ‘Thank fuck that’s over…But what the fuck is coming next?’
      All the very best my friend.
      Hugh

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  3. Diane,
    Thanks for the kind words.
    Gwen’s working Christmas day and we are both working boxing day but whenever I get a chance, I will toast you all!
    (Maybe early!!)
    Hugh

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