I’ve written some. Well, two; but another one is well
on the way – its short stories you see, and I’ve written more than one, so that’s
OK then innit! The two that are finished are called……… well; that’s another
story, I’m not yet sure what they’re called.
Shall I do the start at the beginning thing; as Plum
Wodehouse used to say somewhere around paragraph 2! OK, last summer I went wandering
on the bike as I am wont to do of a summer. I did a lot of stuff and had a lot
of thoughts. Big stuff, big thoughts. I met my Li’l Bro for the first time in
30+ years and really enjoyed it – of course I got to meet my Sister in Law and
my nephew too. Later I met my Big Sis and her enormous family for the first
time. Adopted you see; Sis, not me. So you see; pretty big stuff. Two of the
thoughts I had were; I must become a Rock and Roll star before it’s too late! And
I must start finishing some of the………. Ohhhh, let’s see now………. Lots of books and stories that I’ve got started.
The Rock and Roll thing is another story, but the
books thing; I get distracted easy! An idea occurs, I hear a phrase, I see a
headline or hear a story in a bar and that’s it! I’m off; tippy tappy on the
lappy. The problem is that I don’t finish them. Until now!
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Barnsley - jewel of the North |
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.....and Benidorm, jewel of the Costa Blanca |
Secondly; a book that appears at first glance to be about a
journey to a wedding in a castle in Moravia, but is in fact a series of reflections,
rhapsodies, rants and raves about just about everything in the universe, all
set to a symphony of storms, birdsong and the murmur of the breeze in the
trees. Sunsets and sunrises by Manet
and Monet abound with the odd Turner at
dusk and a dawn Whistler or two. Landcape looms up and passes by, bridges for
leaning and shade for lazing. Love affairs are there, both past and present;
requited and un. There are three German girls all called Ania; endless stories
and jokes pop up on the pages and keep you turning.
The next one, the one that’s well under way, is a series of traveler’s tales. Have you ever been in a car chase with the Polish Police or been arrested by the Secret Police in Crete?
Have you ever hitched a lift in James Bond’s car or shared a room in post-Midnight Express Istanbul with a French cough medicine junkie? I have and I’m going to tell you about it. Have you ever climbed down knotted sheets to escape the night watchman in a Crete hotel – no; neither have I but I know a man who has and I’ll tell you the tale. I’ll tell you about sailing with Dave and all the drinking and the dolphins; the flappy bits and the mappy bits. Meet beauty and the Brickie on the bus and share some Bertie Wooster with me in Eli’s in Huish Episkopi, one of Britain’s most loved pubs. I might even tell you what happened when I was massaging a French girls feet while her Dad snored away in the next room on Christmas Eve – I might………
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Monet...... or is it Manet, what's a vowel between friends? |
The next one, the one that’s well under way, is a series of traveler’s tales. Have you ever been in a car chase with the Polish Police or been arrested by the Secret Police in Crete?
Have you ever hitched a lift in James Bond’s car or shared a room in post-Midnight Express Istanbul with a French cough medicine junkie? I have and I’m going to tell you about it. Have you ever climbed down knotted sheets to escape the night watchman in a Crete hotel – no; neither have I but I know a man who has and I’ll tell you the tale. I’ll tell you about sailing with Dave and all the drinking and the dolphins; the flappy bits and the mappy bits. Meet beauty and the Brickie on the bus and share some Bertie Wooster with me in Eli’s in Huish Episkopi, one of Britain’s most loved pubs. I might even tell you what happened when I was massaging a French girls feet while her Dad snored away in the next room on Christmas Eve – I might………
Come back soon and I’ll maybe tell you about singing
with Debs and out best gig ever at the anti-repo demo!
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