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Monthly Archives: May 2017
Holiday!
Eight full days of freedom. No alarm clock buzzing, no morning rushing, no kitchen cleaning, no supermarket shopping, no dirty clothes washing, no pot and pan scrubbing, no white shirt ironing, no bed clothes changing. No nice voice pretending, no … Continue reading
Just one minute
Sixty seconds. A hundred steps. That’s all it takes to remove myself from the humming modern city and walk into a minute’s worth of discovered peace. And I have an anonymous selfish git to thank for this discovery. An individual … Continue reading
Alliteration’s all around me…
I have a particularly peculiar penchant for long lines and lists of words that weave and worm their way across the page, all of them with the same stupid sound at the start of their stem. Have you never noticed … Continue reading
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Tagged alliteration, creative non-fiction, humour, rhymes, style, Writing
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Doan haftoo if I doan wannoo!
WTH? (Hell – way more polite than its friend F). This is not some Scottish regional dialect. This sentence was my childood chant. One that, aged fifty (fifty-one, stop reminding me), I’d like to bring back into use. I chanted … Continue reading
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Tagged Blogging, childhood, family, humour, parenting, Scotland, Writing, wtf?
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Rubbish!
A hundred words of absolute rubbish were sent off this morning by yours truly to a quick ‘flash card’ competition. The weird thing is that when I wrote those hundred and thirty words, then chopped them back to size, lovingly … Continue reading
Shaking in my shoes…
What a strange sensation to wake up inside a dream. To realise that I was sleeping within my dream and was woken (but I was still sleeping really) by a news presenter announcing on a television set beside my bed … Continue reading
Is there anybody out there?
I think I’m losing the plot. The rules of the game I started playing when I created this silly little blog have been bent and deformed. But only by silly little me. These texts sent out into cyberspace were originally … Continue reading