Still battering my way through Nano, a driven man. Stories and tales thin on the ground for you until next week. Currently at around 35,000 words with one week to go. Not too bad. This years has been both easier and harder. Smaller, leaner, plot but I have had trouble getting juice out of some […]
I have been thinking about ignorance recently. Linus describes a depressing and alarming scene from life in Dun Laoghaire over at Heavysigh. The gist of it being an Irish woman having a meltdown over buying some batteries and screaming at the Chinese shopkeeper to “fuck off back to your own country”. The Brother relates a […]
America, you shouldn’t have. It’s the bestest present a boy could get.
Farewell the nights, farewell the days,
To blissful evenings, in endless haze,
The Gurrier’s spent, his days are numbered,
This aging pate, it longs to slumber,
He’s had his six, and twenty more,
and passed another three or four,
In burned out cars, or on the floor.
Of friends, whom have long now passed,
From knacker drinking on the grass,
Whilst ‘ere he lazed […]
Lives and works in the rare 'auld times.
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