Before I begin, I would like to welcome Nik back from his holiday. He was in Wales doing all things Welsh. As is my understanding he would be eating really, really, roasting, hot loaves, taming a roaming dragon, drinking Merlyn, seeking out a Max Boyce CD and trying to win a chair. They are a mystical race the Welsh.
It is great to have you back my friend!!
Continue reading “Week 133 – Principle, Discipline And Lactic Acid”
I read this week that the average Britain would eat ½ tonne of breakfast cereal in their lifetime. You may think that’s excessive but when you realise what a drug problem we have and how your average chemically dependant person can only really digest cereal, it all begins to make sense. But to be fair, with what they spend on cereal, they save on toilet paper as smack bungs them up. If you can overlook the blood-spray on the walls, you normally find that an addicts toilet is surprisingly clean!
We once were a hardy nation who started the day with porridge, we now have a heroin nation who starts the day with Coco-Pops.
Continue reading “Week 132 – Coco-Pops, Stationers And Challenges”
Hi folks, here we are at Week 131.
In the words of the legend that is Ed O’Neill as ‘Al Bundy’, ‘I just wish the world would curl up and die!!’
I have had a shit few days! My pride took a dent this week and that got me thinking.
Many Scottish people really do only have pride in being proud and it serves no purpose except to be very destructive when something chips away at it.
What I don’t understand is why I worry about pride when as a writer, my pride gets decimated with every refusal. I suppose when I think on it, it’s different. Once you have went through the first few rejections you need to realise that this is part of it, it is a process and nothing else.
Continue reading “Week 131 – Pride, Cathedrals And 100 % Proof Gin.”
I have to thank Nik for his exemplary job in standing in for me last week. He was witty, intelligent and articulate. I hate him! I bet he doesn’t even hold grudges!!
Now folks, I want to explain something, we don’t have any hierarchy at Literally Stories, we all have our roles which to be truthful, we have just sort of fallen into.
Continue reading “Week 129 – Territory, Boundaries And A Bruised Penis.”
Before I begin this weeks round-up we have a couple of comments that we wish to make.
Our thoughts go out to our wonderful friend and fellow editor Tobias who sadly lost his father recently.
We all send Tobias our love and condolences.
And unfortunately, we yet again have to say that our prayers are with all those innocents who were caught up in the despicable events in London.
Continue reading “Week 127 – Insignificance, Velvet Jackets And John Lennon.”
Well here we are at Week 124, which followed our highly successful Week 123!
My inspiration for this post actually came from one of my fellow authors. No we were not having a heated debate about anything Literally related. Tobias mentioned growing up this week and that got me thinking whether or not I considered myself as a grown up.
My advancing years suggest that I am. My childish humour, pettiness and hating most things begs to differ.
Continue reading “Week 124 – Maturity, Lubricant And Adult Babies”
I’ve been at a loss this week what to write. I thought about Brexit as I haven’t mentioned that but I thought there is no way that I want to hear any-more about it. We have two years of listening to professional pish talkers talk pish. Any debate only encourages them to debate so I won’t be going down that road.
Continue reading “Week 119 – Sleep Deprivation, Stewart Granger And Brain Scooping.”
Week 118 has been thrust upon us. We had no option but to accept and roll with it!
Another awful link coming up.
Continue reading “Week 118 – Golf, Quidditch And Mrs Doubtfire”
Hi folks, I can’t believe that we are now at the 1st of April with week 116. The year is flying in and I am getting older by the minute.
Continue reading “Week 117 – Suspicion, A Veal Calf And Too Much Chocolate.”
I had a spare ten minutes at work and I thought that I’d give this post a go to see what I could come up with. It was such a productive ten minutes, I would have been as well working. Nothing! Zilch! Bugger All!!
For me, my job spoils everything. I like to eat but I won’t eat at work because I enjoy eating and I can’t enjoy anything whilst I’m there. I also love to read a paper. I know that this is a dying art. But you do still see some dinosaurs going into the newsagents of a morning, buying a paper and tucking it under their arm. I’m not sure if anyone under thirty even knows what a paper is. If it’s not their phone, it’s nothing!
Continue reading “Week 114 – Acceptable Pyromania, Hairy Lollipops And A Fungal Infection.”
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