Well this is a sad week for many a British person. Half of Glasgow is in tears. But I’ll come back to that.
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Week 441-Egg Mayonnaise To Mourn To, Mary’s Flying Baby And I Loved His Wee Trike.
If I was to believe the stereotypes on TV I’d be very jealous of the Americans. You see, most times I have watched anything from a Comedy to a Thriller, most Americans are portrayed as hard working folks who strive to be the best at their work and are never happiest until they are happy at work.
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Week 439 – Sorry For The Self-Indulgence, Sorry Again And Back To More Hate And Fanging Next Time!
Believe it or not, throughout my postings I try and add a wee bit of writing content within. It may even be tips for submission / acceptance / rejection but there is normally something there.
For this one, which may seem a bit self-indulgent, I want to explore the things we won’t write. (Or in my case talk about, that is why I’m writing this!)
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Week 434 – Thirty For Dave, A Wee White Card You Put A Stamp On And Tony Christie.
We had someone this week who stated that since we had refused a submission, they reckoned that, in their experience, we would not accept any of their work.
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Week 430 – Dear Food Balancing The Books, Mick Bloor / Mason Yates And *’I Smell A Watering Hole’
We’ve been really busy this week.
I reckon we had close to sixty submissions and most of them were at the back end of the week.
We’re more or less caught up, maybe with a few stragglers.
It’s been good. But it always seems to happen when we have someone on holiday, and in my case, trying to get two rooms ready for the decorator coming tomorrow!
It’s been fun though – Well not the wallpaper stripping. I’m not the smallest of people and have two arthritic knees so trying to squeeze behind a cooker ain’t much fun.
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Week 427 – A Sir For Starters, No Bunting On My House And No Matter How Many Times That Dirge Is Changed, It Will Always Be Pure Shite. (A FUCKING HUNDRED MILLION QUID – ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?)
There is no way that I’ll be watching the TV today. Nope! My Amazon music list will be playing all day. I have over three hundred songs on it, so that should see me through.
There’ll be no newspapers read by me until at least next Monday.
What I’m trying to say is that the celebrations do not apply to me and I’d rather chew off a testicle than pander to the sycophantic hoorah for the paedos’ brother.
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Week 424 – Post-it’s, 100 Fucking Million (Watch this space) And Let’s Give Mr Kluger A Nod To One Over The Forty Nine!
I decided to clear out my desk today. There is a problem as I have so many notes scribbled down for whatever reasons. At the time of writing them, I thought that they were the beginnings of some of the greatest ideas in the world, now that I look at them I think, ‘What the fuck was I on?’ I will type out the shite that I’m looking at:
‘Tuna and seaweed (All eaten)’ – I haven’t a fucking clue what was going on there!!!
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Week 422 – Flairs Had Flair, Delicious But Itchy And I Forgot About Dr Jones!
Here we are at Week 422. I was thinking on doing a fashion section but reading this back and looking in the mirror, I needn’t bother!!
Clothes have always conspired against me.
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Week 420 – Sorry Sally But That Will Always Be Embarrassing, A Nun’s Pocket Of Foreskin And Supermarket Brain-Stormers Wanting Their Hidden Cake And Eating It! By Hugh Cron
I have so many things floating about my head for this posting.
You may not have noticed but I do, in most of my posts, try and get in some writing context.
…We may need to come to that! And if I do, I’ll probably be dramatic!!
I ‘said’ to Leila early on this week, that I’d have to use the word ‘Aloof’, so in saying that, I have!
Was that a prompt?
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Week 417 – Fuck You Sam Smith And Your Ilk, Whit Walloper Is Next? And Not Even The Cup And Saucers…PS – A Huge Apology For The ‘Music’!!
And we now find ourselves at Week 417.
My turn once more!
I’m not fucking about when I say that I’m saddened today for a few reasons but this first one is the doozy!!
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