Miss Shaw, please take a seat. I’m Bill Nixon…So you’ve filled in your new claim and you’ve stated that you walked out of your last employment. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“You do realise that you may be sanctioned and won’t receive any benefit?”
“I know.”
“Well in your own words, could you tell me what happened.”
Continue reading “Concealer by Hugh Cron Warning – Adult Content.”
“What about you Dave, what’s the worst thing you’ve done?”
Continue reading “Soup by Hugh Cron – Adult Content. Strong Language.”
Here son, Haggis Supper.
“Cheers.”
“I want a kebab.”
Well fuck off to the kebab shop, I’ve told you, we only do suppers.
“Some fucking shop this is.”
Do you want anything else?
“Give me a packet of Gypsy Creams.”
I’ve ran out.
“Fuck this I’m going for a Chinky!”
Well off you fuck!
Continue reading “Scenes From An Ayrshire Chip Shop by Hugh Cron – Adult Content”
I was somewhere I had no business being, doing something that I shouldn’t, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Continue reading “Speak No Evil by Hugh Cron – Warning – Adult Content”
The coffee boat wasn’t a boat. It was a small building which sat harbour side and sold fast food. From Thursday through to Sunday it was bouncing from around midnight.
Continue reading “The End Of The Night by Hugh Cron – Adult Content”
Here we are at week 259. This is seemingly a momentous and historic week for Britain as we’re now out of The European Union.
I thought this would be a good topic for today’s posting. I could explore cause, economics, identities, the effect for future story writers and much more. But here’s the thing. I don’t give a cats cock!
I had a look to see if there was anything interesting that happened 259 years ago.
Continue reading “Week 259 – Hobbies, Crusty Wounds And Miss Anderson’s Wasted Wednesdays.”
Before we start one mention about horror writing – we don’t need horror fiction when we watch the Auschwitz Liberation Anniversary.
We send our deepest respects.
I just found out this week that my favourite Queen song (Spread Your Wings) was written by John Deacon. I’ve no problem with that, I simply hadn’t noticed and had assumed that the legend that was Freddie Mercury had written it. In a past life I used to write a lot of poetry and whilst doing some research, I found out that Freddie had recorded under the name Larry Lurex. His brilliant extravagance was evident very early on!!
Well here we are at Week 257.
There’s been many a time when we’ve commented on an unsuccessful submission and stated that there was no emotion. Or that the emotion wasn’t strong enough. We’ve never once stated that the emotion was too over the top.
That realisation gave me the idea for today’s posting.
Continue reading “Week 257 – Misplaced Logic, Motivation And A Meltdown.”
Well hello there Chinas!! (A nod to Rikki Fulton. He always deserves a mention at this time of year.)
Here we are at the first Saturday posting of 2020 with Week 255.
It’s great to be back.
All the best to all of you for the coming year.
Both me and Diane behaved ourselves over the festivities but unfortunately we had to arrange some bail for Nik.
He had an unfortunate incident with a Twin-Tub and an Aardvark.
Continue reading “Week 255 – Religious Aardvarks, Artichokes And Toasting Toasts”
I have no friends but the words talk to me. They don’t say what I read, they say something else.
When I was young I read what I heard. I was diagnosed as being dyslexic but I ignored everyone and concentrated on listening to the words. I hid in that diagnosis for many years.
Sometimes the words make me smile, sometimes they make me cry but most of all they make me curious.
literally stories 