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.
Continue reading “Week 298 – Perfect Poaching, A Gorgeous Glare And A Respectful End.”
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.
Continue reading “Week 297 – A Trio Of Being, Being Shit With Charcoal And Worry For The Silent.”
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.
Continue reading “Week 296 – A Journey For A Gentleman, A Sign For The Ridiculous And A Sore Arse For A Pensioner.”
And we are now at Week 295!
I’d like to pass on a ‘conversation’ between me and Diane this week.
Continue reading “Week 295 – Shit Job Titles, Shit Jobs And Dick’s Career Was On The Up.”
The Literally Stories UK Anthology celebrates its fifth birthday this year and I think it’s high time that the persons who put such hard work into bringing it about come forward and take a bow. It is still available as an e-book (I am lucky enough to have bought a print copy), and since it was developed to aid the Book Bus and literacy, all persons who purchase a copy stand a much better chance at Heaven than those who have not.
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – The Anthology – Week 294”
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’
Continue reading “Week 293 – A What Of Writers, Freeing Motivations And Fucking In Scotland”
This is one of those weeks where I haven’t a clue what I’m going to write about.
Talk amongst yourself if you’d prefer!!
I could sing a wee song…
‘A piston thrust
A moment shared’
Definitely not!! (I’ll come back to that)
Well we’re now at week 291.
As we say here, ‘The nichts are fair drawin’ in’.
Which is simply translated as, ‘It’s getting darker earlier and that means that winter is just around the corner.’
Some submissions have given me the inspiration for this posting.
It won’t be long until our 300th post.
Any of you who have been reading those anniversary ones will know that we normally have a section on memorable lines. This year will be no different.
(Diane, I’m sure you are bored into distraction by my predictable childishness!!)
Well here we are at Week 288.
On last weeks post, I promised Diane that I would cut the title down to four words.
I, being a total nipple end had a look at the longest word in the English language and I found it to be the chemical name for a Super Protein called Titin at around one hundred and ninety thousand letters. What a piece of nonsense, surely there has to be an alternative, could I suggest we just use Titin. Who the fuck would give up the three hours of their life that would be needed to say it?
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