Yesterday afternoon I spent quite some time creating three seperate books in readiness for self-publication. These tomes bearing narratives I wrote at various points during 2015; prose not previously incorporated amongst the other twenty four literary chronicles I’ve written. I’m unsure why, unlike everything I’ve written since the start of 2016, I’d never previously recorded…
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Defrosting The Da Vinci Code
Tuesday 24th April – I’m Bexley Wing in situ, sitting on a waiting room sofa adjacent to my wife. Our attendance at the Leeds hospital wing necessitated by her appointment for monthly oncology treatment. Patients left and right aren’t clowns and jokers – Although we are ‘stuck in the middle’*** of patients and their brood….
Do Tesco Sell Silicon Bathroom Sealant?
21st March 2018 is World Poetry Day. A perennial event introduced in 1999 by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organisation (UNESCO) aimed at raising the profile of prose. It’s goal the pulchritude of a poem, the splendour of a sumptuous sonnet, the opulence of the ode and, for the less discerning, the lewdness…
What The Dickens Are You On About?!
Yesterday morning, I woke to a festive scene of a snow scattering in the village of East Ardsley, Wakefield. Despite the presence of winter sun, zero centigrade temperatures outside of my mother’s house meant this covering wasn’t in any great rush to abate. It’s procrastination at melting requiring villagers to take extra care on ungritted roads and pavements. There wasn’t a great deal…
“Tapas For Table Twelve!”
My wife is currently deep in conversation with a friend on the telephone, mainly appraising her about a fictional book she’d just finished. I hope her friend isn’t overly fussed about reading this tome as Karen has just talked her through it’s ‘unexpected’ ending. Evidently, this conclusion involved a homicidal chef being murdered and eaten by his spouse. As alluded to, my other half Karen wasn’t expecting this finale despite it’s less than cryptic…
Two Soups & A Pot Noodle
In my newly acquired role of dissenter against the mainstream, I often cock a snook at the world and push existential boundaries to their limits with acts of wanton recklessness. Yesterday this growing list of daring doo was augmented after I fearlessly cooked a couple of batches of homemade soup. This novel role of dissenter pays poorly, but the hours are good…
The Wrong Pans
Scene – It’s just gone 8 pm on a Friday evening in the Burmantofts area of Leeds. The fledgling dusk is around an hour old and under lamplight outside an oncology unit and ambulance slowly approaches the entrance. Once stationary at the entrance area, an octogenarian patient is taken from the medical vehicle by portable…
“Keep Reading!”
Today’s narrative is my 900th offering since I embarked on this literary journey in spring 2015. Back then I was a ‘wet behind the ears’ boy who hadn’t previously utilised such erudite lexicological offerings as capricious, salubrious and clandupeness. Ok, I’ll admit I wasn’t a boy (I was firmly entrenched in middle age), not to mention there is…
Sojourn in the Fog
Muddled, befuddled, disorientated, addled Lexicologically akin, each suffixed with ‘led’ Apart from disorientated; maverick that conforms not Bewildered states, though not star spangled. Fog remains, contrary to forecast Keeley promised sunshine; absence though conspicuous One day yeti will need factor 20 Terrible storm though a pre-requisite. Hirsute man accepts strain universal Dwellers by billion…