Before I start writing nonsense and swearing and being nasty and things, I would like to let you all know that our lovely Diane is celebrating her 50th Wedding Anniversary this weekend.
I find it a bit strange to think that one of my best friends is a net friend and they were getting married when I was celebrating my first birthday. This medium has its plus points.
To Mr and Mrs Dickson and all their family, I hope that they have a wonderful time this weekend.
Another super review from Leila Allison. This time her gaze has fallen upon The Box by L’Erin Ogle and this is what she said:
“I see her always as she was then, lit with lucent yellow from a jagged tear in the eternal cloud cover, eyes locked with mine, mutely but unmistakably saying farewell.”
This is the first sentence of the novel ‘Farewell Persephone’ by my uncle Marcus Carradine. Below the title he inserted a quotation:
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold
The Second Coming
William Butler Yeats
I found the manuscript of ‘Persephone’ in my uncle’s house three weeks after he died. ‘Manuscript’ is a literal term in this instance; Marcus despised word processors and wrote his book in longhand. He used to tell me that the movements of his hand and arm made the creative juices flow. Literary composition was a physical thing. He said, too, that his aim was to ‘possess the world and make it gravid.’
Hello there folks, here we are at Week 193.
I am glad to report that the site has never been healthier. We are getting a very steady stream of stories and it is a pleasure reading them all.
…Well
Well here we are at Week 191.
I was thinking on what to write yesterday morning and this came to me.
You see, I travel to work by bus. I like buses but I hate passengers. Why can’t folks simply be quiet. I don’t want to hear someone on their phone talking a lot of pish. I don’t want to hear old people talking about their many, many varied, oozing ailments and I especially don’t want to listen to young mothers talking complete nonsense to their noisy little shit-machines. I had one woman hushing her screaming kid for around three miles. The kid had shut up after two but this Sean Connery snake woman continued to ‘Shhhh’.
Here we are at Week 190.
Not much nonsense or pish from me today guys, we have a wee treat. Diane will explain.
So, it’s me!! Well partly me and partly the chaps!! This post is a bit tongue in cheek, but it was sparked by a serious issue so, bear with!
