We had Valentine’s Day this week.
If it made you feel all fluffy and unnecessary and gave you inspiration to write a romantic romance to warm the heart, you are welcome to send it hopefully to anywhere else bar us.
(Unless of course it has a sneaky and clever twist that will make us go OOOH – dd)
We do do Valentine’s Day in Scotland and it’s a bit of tradition with hundreds of young couples and hundreds of not so young saying the dialogue of our forefathers:
‘Hello there doll.’
‘Dae ye want it?’
‘Are you gantin for it?’
‘You know what night it is?’
‘You ken whit that means?’
‘Say it then.’
Dae I need tae?’
…’Okay. Since it’s Valentine’s Night, you can keep the change.’
It makes you fill up, so it does!
I’ve been told on many, many, many, many (I could go on here for a while) occasions that I’m as romantic as a dead puppy but I do feel things – I have my own weird way of looking at romance and I will share them right here, right now.
I will start with the legend that is Jack Nicholson. In the film ‘As Good As It Gets’ he states to Helen Hunt (Excuse my paraphrasing but the gist is -)
‘The pills make me a better man. You make me want to be a better man…You make me want to take the pills.’
I will move onto another legend – Gregor Fisher as ‘Rab C. Nesbitt’ when his wife ‘Mary Doll’ asks him if she looks alright and he grins and says,
‘You look better than alright…You look…No bad!’
And from there I have mentioned this so many times but I really do wish more folks would read this story and that is ‘The Short Straw’ by Louisa Owen. This is by far the most romantic story I’ve ever read.
So unless you are going to sleep on the wet patch, no matter what the leakage, those three are the best examples of romance I can come up with.
…Ach you know it knocks your chocolates, champagne and Spa Days tae fuck!!
Okay onto this weeks stories.
We had two new writers, Tim Hildebrandt and Phebe Jewell and three old friends of the site.
To both Tim and Phebe, we welcome them, hope that they have fun on the site and as always, we want to see more of their work.
Our topics this week included; relations, fire, nudity, reminiscing and siblings.
As always our initial comments follow.
First up was Yash Seyedbegheri.
Yash seems to be a newer writer to the site but we have dealt with this gentleman for quite a few months now and over the weeks he will become a very frequent storyteller.
‘Sister Mother‘ was his story for us on Monday.
‘Yash captured the anger, fear and confusion all very well.’
‘This probably happened more than we would like to think throughout the war years.’
‘Yash is putting together a very accomplished body of work.’
On Tuesday we had our first new writer.
Tim Hildebrandt was next up with ‘Otter‘.
‘What an odd little piece – But odd in a good way!!’
‘Really good tone throughout.’
‘The final line was excellent.’
Our second new writer broke the back of the week with ‘Law And Order‘. That writer was Phebe Jewell.
‘Very well written.’
‘I enjoyed the twist at the end.’
‘The pace was brilliantly done.’
On Thursday, we had another old friend of the site.
David Lohrey has been about for going on four years now.
‘They Shot The Beave‘ nearly finished off the week.
‘This being so ‘matter-of-fact’ suited the story.’
‘Excellent voice, consistent throughout.’
‘David continues to prove what an accomplished writer he is.’
And the site wouldn’t be complete without the wonderful Leila Allison.
‘The Sisterhood Of Nod‘ was published on Friday.
‘Gripping and sad.’
‘This is so easy to read.’
‘As with all of Leila’s work, you are happy to be taken along by the story.’
So that’s us for another week guys.
Miss Anderson has been criminally underused lately so the usual reminders.
Please keep the comments coming.
And have a go at The Sunday Re-Run, so many have promised and so few have delivered!
Just pick an older story that you’ve enjoyed, write a spiel or introduction and throw in a few questions for the writer. We will publish exactly what you send us.
Just to finish off, I’d like to go back to Spa Days.
I don’t understand guys of my age who go on Spa days. (The youngsters never stop surprising me in so many ways! Good and bad I might add!) I’ve never been on one and will never go on one.
My beauty regime is in line with my two Grandfathers.
One did use lavender oil. But the reason he used it was it was all that they had as my Granny used to shoplift it from the blind spot in the Co-Op. They used lavender oil for everything from constipation to furniture polish. But the old man used it on his ulcerated legs before walking to work. I don’t know if it helped but at least they would have smelled better.
My other Grandfather used Persil religiously. Not for his clothes but as shampoo. Strangely they did have shampoo in the house. He also gargled with it to take away mouth ulcers and sore throats.
And to be fair, his hair did have a blue tinge and he never had a sore throat or mouth ulcer. I’m just glad we never buried the old boy at Sea. The Firth Of Clyde would have still be foamed up to this very day!
I am not as radical as those two old boys but I do use the cheapest nastiest razors to dry shave my head and face. Using any form of soap is cheating!
…These old making do skills are dying out!!
This may not be the most PC comment I will ever make but by fuck do I respect what the folks who grew up in the 1920’s to the 50’s endured, even up until the seventies and early eighties for different reasons. But now-a-days – Fuck me, any itch at their fucking arses needs to be analysed, talked about, understood and given it’s place in society. I will hold my hands up and say I couldn’t cope living the few decades back before I was born but I simply think it was my right not to as it wasn’t my time. But I still feel guilty about admitting that I wouldn’t have coped. In general life, there is no contest when I think on how little I’ve had to endure compared to those folks. Anyone who says otherwise is a fuckwit.
Those were times for our Great-Grans / Grans and Great-Grandfathers / Grandfathers to pathe the way for what we have become. I don’t think they would understand. And some aspects of our lives would give them a bloody good laugh. But sadly I get the feeling that overall, I think they would be a wee bit disappointed.
That’s a sad thought, Hugh but I think you are probably right. At the very least they did try to have good manners and respect for one another. Okay there was a great deal wrong but I don’t think there was so much greed. dd