Thursday 12 March, 2015
“Hoppity Horace and Henry George at the Birthday Party” is a short story for parents and grandparents to read aloud.
“Pinocchio and Cuccinella” is also a read aloud story, with an Christmas theme.
Wednesday 11 March, 2015
Although I sing and have an eclectic taste in music, sadly I do not play and instrument.
My friend Donald sings, plays and composes.
How clever is that!
“From a Wheelbarrow” is an open prose poem written as a challenge set by Donald.
I await the outcome.
(A revised version of this website may include MP3 files, so perhaps we may hear Donald sing these songs for us?)
Monday 9 March, 2015
Sunday 8 March, 2015
Saturday 7 March, 2015
Perhaps these should not have been uploaded together?
“Spot Check” is a children’s story about Dupree the Dalmation and Bonnie the Whippet.
“Plaice man” is a story about deep-seated sibling rivalry set against in a Fish & Chip Shop.
“Plaice man” is an adult story, but not too dark, more like Eastenders!
Friday 6 March, 2015
Thursday 5 March, 2015
I have added two tales, both in my view true romances, both very different.
“Bloody hell, what?” is a 5 minute rapid read, tongue in cheek romance.
“Car Share Club” has attracted criticism, and does contain ‘dark material’.
This ‘romance’ is longer, and might take 30 minutes to consume.
But you might well cast it aside sooner, in disgust!
Just don’t try to convince me it could not happen as written. Watch the News!
Wednesday 4 March, 2015
I have added “Astonishing” which tells of a man called John who meets a beautiful girl, (and her mother), in a supermarket.
This tale is linked to “Just Prawns, John!”
I have also added an Ode called “The Lady Awaiting”.
This tells of a lady I met on the platform of Hyndland Station as she waited for a connecting train to take her home to Balloch, after a long hard day of shopping.
Tuesday 3 March, 2015
Today I have added two more pieces.
“Rosemarkie Remembrances” was written to record events associated with caravanning, mostly with our friends Paul and Judy.
“thSecret” is a fictional tale written to record a great memory of bumbling around in Galacia, the Green Coast of Spain.
I practiced my pigeon Italian on the Galacian population with, I think, some success.
Perhaps they only pretended to understand me!