Archive for April, 2007

Blue Blood

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

‘Look at me,’ ‘No.’ ‘Look at me. This is what I am.’ ‘That’s not you.’ ‘Yes it is.’ ‘But.’ ‘I’m not like other people. I’m not from around here.’ ‘Yes, you’re from England.’ ‘That’s right, well no, not exactly. I’m special.’ ‘How?’ ‘I’m different’ ‘Different how?’ ‘It’s hard to explain, it’s something inside, in my [...]

Failte Isteach, Welcome My Stumbly Overlords

Wednesday, April 18th, 2007

Um, hello Stumblies, I see there are lots of you, but you look like a well behaved bunch. Take a good look around, horrible stories of bad craziness are here, Flickr Fiction is here, explanations of what’s going on can be found in the sidebar. Feel free to leave comments or complaints, but remember, I [...]

The end of a beginning

Monday, April 16th, 2007

Ten years ago I sat in a park and started a notebook. I was twenty years old. I sat in that park again today, ten years to the day, in the same spot, with the same notebook. In the decade since there have been other notebooks, half filled and half forgotten, but this one I [...]

Gone Off

Monday, April 16th, 2007

Everyone knew it was Katie Lewinsky who went off with the stranger that night. But only I knew it wasn’t Katie who came back. Not all of her leastways. Sure, it looked like Katie, on the outside, sounded like her too, acted like her, talked like her, but it didn’t smell like her. Not to [...]

Who is responsible for THIS

Thursday, April 12th, 2007

Brian I’m looking at you. (Psst, can you send me some) Have these marketing creatures ever smelled a filthy Irish? Like boiled cabbage and creosote so it is. Oh Christ, there’s more and even more . The second link features an Irishman smashing semi naked pigfellas in the face with a potato in a sock. [...]

LISTEN

Thursday, April 12th, 2007

BILLY PILGRIM has come unstuck in time. Take some time today to find out why. Farewell Mr Vonnegut. EDIT: Warren knows why, quote via his Bad Signal mailing list: “Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve [...]