I’ve mentioned before that I don’t read novels anymore. I miss them but I think when you read as many shorts as we do, your reading discipline changes. At one time I enjoyed reading forty pages of build up, now I think ‘Get fucking on with it.’
Continue reading “Week 224 – Characters, Sixteen Points And Two Types Of Shandy”
The sickness in this world continues.
Our thoughts are with all those involved with the atrocity in Sri Lanka.
Continue reading “Week 220 – Ridiculing Religion, Fanatical Religion And Burning Irritation”
Before we start, I would like to congratulate Mr Woods on his Masters win. I’ve mentioned before that he was a mad shagger and I stand by that. But to have the natural drive to look for birdie after birdie by sinking a few long ones is an amazing achievement. (Shame on any of you if you tittered. Or even more shame if you didn’t see that coming!!)
Continue reading “Week 219 – Masters, Monks And Truthfully Lethargic Cults.”
Here we are at Week 217 and we have a wee treat.
Onto the stories first and then I’ll explain.
Continue reading “Week 217 – Stories, Requests And A Saturday Special”
Here we go again!
This is posting number 212.
These weeks come and go in what seems to be a good seven days.
There are some things that I miss as they aren’t done anymore. (Having a life, being bothered and reasons for living have always been debatable so I am ignoring them!)
Continue reading “Week 212 – Questionable Stains, Underlying Secrets And Drinking Chemicals”
Almost sort of exactly 201 years ago, Jane Austen died. I must confess I haven’t read much (any) of her work despite Pride and Prejudice and Zombies being on my reading list for some time. Never being one to allow a lack of knowledge to get in the way of a good opinion however, I’m prepared to wager that her collective works didn’t contain many references to the humble kilogram.
Young Jane would have been almost sort of exactly 18 when the French said pas plus to the grain related measurements of the time and invented the kilogram. She would have been far too busy working on her short novel Lady Susan to bother with such new-fangled frippery. She no doubt noted however that the initial name for this kilogram was a grave and as such the literary seed for her zombie based works was sown.
Continue reading “Week 201: Graves, Literature and Almost Certainly Some Other Stuff”
I was wondering this week if I should offer my seat to older people when I am on the bus? What if they are younger and fitter than me but just don’t look it? Granted that might be difficult due to my white beard, fucked side, bags under my eyes, limp and general scowling.
Continue reading “Week 194 – Reincarnation, Twin-Tubs And Diane Checking Out A Bell-End.”
Hello there folks, here we are at Week 193.
I am glad to report that the site has never been healthier. We are getting a very steady stream of stories and it is a pleasure reading them all.
…Well
Continue reading “Week 193 – A Mad-Shagger, The Legend Sam Torrance And Hoping For Lubrication.”
Here we are at Week 192.
We have decided to try something new starting next week. There’s a chance for you to tick off a social / literal must from all of your bucket lists and have even more involvement on the site.
Continue reading “Week 192 – Nik’s Fear, Bikini And His Protruding Jut.”
Well here we are at Week 191.
I was thinking on what to write yesterday morning and this came to me.
You see, I travel to work by bus. I like buses but I hate passengers. Why can’t folks simply be quiet. I don’t want to hear someone on their phone talking a lot of pish. I don’t want to hear old people talking about their many, many varied, oozing ailments and I especially don’t want to listen to young mothers talking complete nonsense to their noisy little shit-machines. I had one woman hushing her screaming kid for around three miles. The kid had shut up after two but this Sean Connery snake woman continued to ‘Shhhh’.
Continue reading “Week 191 – Silence, Love Tips And A Request To Any Somalian Pirates.”
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