Here we are at Week 277.
Another week has come and gone.
We suggest that for last week you:
Now throw a kiss and say bye bye.
(Anyone know the reference??)
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Week 276 – More Panties, Trusting Opinions And Lillian Selling Bogging Water.
Before we start with the usual nonsense:
You may have noticed that since Friday the site is changing.
Nik (We wanted to blame someone specifically) is revamping and to be truthful we are not sure what will react with what, so there maybe some glitches here and there.
Please give us a couple of days for the systems and changes to settle down.
If there are any issues with any of the stories for any length of time, we will re-publish them at a later date.
If there is anything that remains a problem for any of you, please let us know and we will kick Nik on the shins.
Continue reading “Week 276 – More Panties, Trusting Opinions And Lillian Selling Bogging Water.”
Week 275 – Deviant Pastimes, Hellish Duets And RIP Lentil The Cat.
Well here we are at week 275.
I’ve written quite a few short stories but I think I’ve only ever written one about a serial killer.
I didn’t really go into any technicalities, it was all about the aftermath.
Something happened this week that shows me that I’m not suited to do the type of research that is needed.
Continue reading “Week 275 – Deviant Pastimes, Hellish Duets And RIP Lentil The Cat.”
Week 274 – Honey Roy Palmer Doing His Sweet Thing, Covering Monkeys Genitals And Point Making Pyromania.
Well here we are yet again. Another week over and another just beginning.
The postings are fair adding up. At the last count we’ve reached number 274.
I was struggling what to write this week as inspiration has either taken a holiday or just couldn’t be arsed whispering in my ear.
Week 273 – Folks Who Make Janet And John Cry, The MCC Almanac As Inspiration And ‘Surely Calpol Re-Animates
Well another week over and a new one is just about to begin.
I have sworn quite a bit this week. And you should have heard Diane! The oaths that lady doesn’t know are not worth knowing.
You know that phrase about ‘My giddy aunt’? Well, Diane adds the reason for the old dear’s giddyness.
Week 272 – A Norwegian Hero, Assuming Wankers And A Walloper With A Door.
Well here we are at week 272. We thought it best as week 271 was last week and using that again would just be pish.
The weeks are fair flying in. We’re nearly half a year in.
Continue reading “Week 272 – A Norwegian Hero, Assuming Wankers And A Walloper With A Door.”
Week 270 – Soggy Cornflakes At Noon, Triple Tainted Love And For Some, A Shagable Penguin.
Well here we are at Week 270.
I heard the best example of the pot calling the kettle black this week.
There was some Politician or another (They are all the same to me) stating that we should never believe what we read in the papers. I agree but he did have more cheek than ten arses to say anything about believability.
Week 269 – Hell Round Your Neck, Deformed Unicorns And Where Did That Portrait Go?
I know that a lot of people have read the classics and even more have claimed to have read them but I’m not one. If Dracula is classed as a classic, I have read that. I was forced to read ‘1984’ and ‘Of Mice And Men’ along with ‘Macbeth’. I think these books are what put me off seeking out more ‘classics’.
Week 268 – Experts, Express Prescriptions And Apart From A Couple Of Fuds, Does Anyone Know A Good Vampire Joke?
Well here we are at Week 268.
A ‘conversation’ with Diane this week gave me the inspiration for this post.
Week 266 – Eleven Stages Of Being (A Marshmallow), Respect Due To Connie Francis And Hooch Makes A Cracking Shandy.
Here we are once again guys.
I was wondering about our physical development time line. I think it went something like:
Baby. Toddler. Kid. Teenager. Adult.
Now-a-days we have:
Baby. Toddler. Pre-School. Young child. Older child. Pre-Teen. Young teenager. Teenager. Older teenager. Young adult. Adult.
This is very apparent in attitudes, as in, it takes the fuckers a helluva lot longer to grow up.
literally stories 