Here we are as promised Week 300.
I think that needs a special mention!
We are just a couple of weeks by our anniversary which was on the 17th. So let’s get the couple of budgies with a brick!
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Week 299 – Hell Getting Fuller, Plunging A Prick In A Prancer Pullover And Crocogaters Living On Tropical Islands.
Here we are at week 299.
Our sixth year anniversary was on Tuesday but we will deal with that next week on our 300th posting.
We are still not publishing plague stories and do as much as we can not to mention it, you may have noticed.. But we do have something to thank it for and that is the removal of Peter Sutcliffe from this planet. I’m hoping that it has a job in hell repeatedly killing Thatcher only for it to make it redundant.
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Literally Reruns – Direct Democracy by Tobias Haglund
As luck would have it this piece has been brought to the surface in the nick of time. Leila’s comments are very pertinent now as we await the outcome of events over the next few weeks. This is what she said:
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Week 298 – Perfect Poaching, A Gorgeous Glare And A Respectful End.
Three thousand days in and America is still counting.
Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but it feels that way.
You wouldn’t see that happening in Britain. Our powers that be are a lot more organised than that. Well maybe not so much organised, but for every day not being in power is expenses that they are missing out on and children that they aren’t molesting.
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Residual Grief of The Dead Soldiers Mother by S.A. Cavanagh
When we received this work we were undecided what to do with it. We knew that we wanted to publish such a powerful and emotional piece of writing but, in fairness, it isn’t what we would normally class as a story. I will be honest and say that it moved me to tears.
Anyway, fate took a hand. We were scheduling this week at the time and when better to publish this than Remembrance Day.
Week 297 – A Trio Of Being, Being Shit With Charcoal And Worry For The Silent.
Here we are at Week 297.
There were some comments between us this week that made me think on meaning of story.
We are all three people.
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Jim’s Aunts by Hugh Cron
I’ve always liked Gin.
Straight gin that is.
I know exactly where it started…My love for the gin.
I used to go to my mum’s boss’s house with my parents and I was allowed the odd can of beer. One night that we were there, his old aunties were visiting.
Weird they were.
Week 296 – A Journey For A Gentleman, A Sign For The Ridiculous And A Sore Arse For A Pensioner.
Before we start I want to advise that we have updated Tom Sheehan’s Author CV page.
He’d actually sent in a piece about his life and writing journey as a submission but we wanted to have it somewhere where it was always available, hence the idea of putting it onto his page.
It’s worth a look to give you an understanding of our most prolific writer and who he is, where he came from and what has inspired him over all these years.
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Week 295 – Shit Job Titles, Shit Jobs And Dick’s Career Was On The Up.
And we are now at Week 295!
I’d like to pass on a ‘conversation’ between me and Diane this week.
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Week 293 – A What Of Writers, Freeing Motivations And Fucking In Scotland
Here we are at Week 293.
I was wondering what constitutes a large amount of writers? What numbers are we talking about?
That made me curious to see if there is a collective noun. I couldn’t find any. I think I’ll use ‘A Scepticism Of Writers’
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