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Thursday 9 April, 2020

Archie’s Breakout Adventure

In April 2020, during the third week of THE LOCKDOWN in Scotland, we were spending time on Zoom and WhatsApp keeping in touch with our grandsons Ethan (6) and Drew (4). At the time they were homing two borrowed tortoises from Auntie Sharon who keeps a small home zoo of waifs and strays.

Archie and Trixie were used to being handled and enjoyed ranging around the garden, digging into the flower beds and burying themselves, hiding. Archie was especially active and adventurous; Trixie more timid.

After a parallel reading session on Zoom with Grandma, Ethan and I engaged in a bit of fantasy time about the sort of thing Archie might get up to.

Read on, dear readers.

Saturday 15 February, 2020

Glasgow Fair Friday, 1964 (1,000 words, a four minute read)

This tale was stirred from my memory banks by a friend at Writers’ Circus.

At the time, there was a challenge to write 500 words “To make Sir Billy Connolly laugh.”

In by youth I worked in the same shipyard as Billy and our paths crossed when I asked him to sing at a folk night organised by a church youth fellowship I was involved with. He was very funny and I am sure he would readily agree, so were many others we worked alongside at that time.

Here is the tale, from those long ago days when the shipyards were full of characters larger than life.

(I did try to get it down to 500 words but they could not contain the story and do it justice.)

Saturday 28 December, 2019

Edinburgh Snapshots

This is a blog/diary piece was written in January 2018.

Some many months ago I had difficulties with www.thebuzzinbee.co.uk website and without me noticing this piece dropped out of the listings.

It covers our weekend in Edinburgh to celebrate Margaret’s Big Birthday.

I hope it may spark memories and act as a record of thanks for a lovely, lazy luxurious a and tasty weekend in Edinburgh, one of our most favourite places.

Thursday 12 December, 2019

Ethan, Drew and the Dragon’s Cave

This is a little tale about a boy who likes to play hide and seek.

One day, he found a very unusual hiding place which was a wee bit scary.

The illustration of Dorothy the Dragon is by their big cousin Matthew, who is 9.

The illustration of Sebastian the Scorpion is by Ethan, who is 6.

Tuesday 12 November, 2019

Lady in Red (904 words, 5 minute read)

This little tale has been written in a what I call a ‘synoptic prose’ style.

It was written for a Writers’ Circus challenge on the topic ‘growing darker’, set in October for our November meeting.

The clocks had changed.

Dark by late afternoon.

Dank and dismal.

Think ‘melancholy’.

Grab a hot drink.

Huddle near your log-burning stove.

Give it a try.

Wednesday 16 October, 2019

American Cream Soda (2,500 words, 10 minute read)

This little tale has been lurking in the back of my mind for years. It is based on a family story told many times by my father, Jack, who did indeed cycle out to far flung building sites, in all weathers, his yellow cape and sou’wester his only protection against rain, sleet and snow, often returning home frozen to the bone.

At that time, building trade workers were paid ‘travelling time and expenses’ and, with ‘overtime’ at ‘time and a half’ for weekday evenings and ‘double time’ on weekend days, every extra penny was welcome in our single end at 84 Greenview Street, in Pollokshaws.

(To read a bit more from this period, before the re-development of Pollokshaws under the slum clearance programme, try searching on this website for ‘The Go Between’.)

When Writers’ Circus set a challenge to write on the topic of ‘rubbish’, I decided to try to write it down. Yes, the link is tangential but it was the best I could muster.

The title of this piece?

My Mum was a tea drinker, Betty the Tea Jenny. Like Granny Bremner, Mum was teetotal all her life. Her tipple was American Cream Soda.

So, read on, delve back into the past. Nostalgia never dies.

Many thanks again to Kareth my Editor, who hoes tirelessly through my output of drivel to correct all sorts of spelling, logic and grammar errors and meticulously ensures necessary ‘commas’ are added while battling to eliminate my penchant for the spurious ‘that’ word!

Thursday 5 September, 2019

Purple Willi

This tale was concocted (con-cock-ted?) while trapped in a plane returning from Gran
Canaria a few years ago.

Thought I had posted it to the website then, apparently not or their is a glitch which has
crept in to prevent it being displayed.

Hopefully, this re-posting will solve the problem.

The story is nonsense but, if you are trapped in a Dentist’s waiting room and stuck for
something to divert you from upcoming trauma, try it.

Thursday 5 September, 2019

Smoke and Mirrors

At our Writers’ Circus group the ‘chair’ rotates and the incoming ‘chair’ sets the topic

for the following monthly meeting.

The topic set was : “an unexpected encounter”.

This provided an opportunity to weave fantasy with fiction and get down snippet tales many

of my fishing, golfing and singing buddies will have heard, perhaps more than once?

The final scenario, a walk in the park on a snowy winter’s afternoon with a friend’s dog

did happen and I was in real danger, a near death experience which, I suppose, leads us to

the opening scene.

Thursday 5 September, 2019

Yesterday in Heaven

This snippet comes from a Ten Minute Challenge at our Writers’ Circus group.

The topic chosen was : “describe heaven”.

Margaret and I had recently been to the cinema to see the much acclaimed film “Yesterday”.

If you like Beatles music, you should see it, good clean fun and poignant too!

Try this link in your browser: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yesterday_(2019_film)

As regulars may know I am in several choirs. I love singing.

And Golf!

Pity I’m proficient at neither!

Read on, please.

Thursday 5 September, 2019

Drew and the Dragon Poo

This is a tale from a recent encounter with our grandsons, Ethan (nearly 6) and Drew,

(newly 4).

I hope most parents and grandparents will recognise the atmosphere small children

create as they learn the ways of adults.

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