Hello my little reader friends,
Well, as you know, occasionally I like to put a little story on here to entertain you all even more than I normally do. I know, I know, I really spoil you don't I?!
Well today I'm going to do it again. Now the thing is, its a piece of flash fiction. And more importantly the time time table for its construction went something like this:
6:30pm Friday (yesterday): Get random word from random word generator web-page thingy. The word was 'crown'.
8:30pm Friday (yesterday): Post finished story on fb critique group page.
Yes, my dear reader, what you are about to read took me all of two hours to write. It has not been altered, changed or edited since I put it on fb last night. So its rough.
Actually that gives me an idea... Maybe I should put the various drafts (if I ever do any) of this piece on here.... hmmm.
Anyway here it is. You can comment if you like. You don't have to though
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Prisoner 1174’s eyes opened. He must have dozed off for a moment he
realised. He tried to move his head forward before remembering the metal
restraint around his neck. He wondered how long he had slept for. He
was surprised that he slept at all; the space was hardly built for
comfort. But then, why would it be? On a prison transport, he was being
transferred to the penal colony on his world’s largest moon where he
would spend the rest of his life digging in the mines for the rare ore
that kept his planet’s defensive systems working. And how they needed
it. The war had been going on for ten years with both sides’ resources
being heavily depleted. A truce had been announced some eighteen months
earlier when both sides had finally realised that a total victory would
not be worth the cost it would take to achieve. Since then, a heightened
cold war had been in place between the two neighbouring planets with
each watching the other with eagle eyed sharpness. Just waiting for the
other to blink first. To make the first aggressive act. To be the first
to push the button and annihilate both civilisations.
He remembered
the details of how he had been caught and he winced as he remembered the
beating that caused him to eventually confess. He’d been set up by his
brother in a petty act of spite and it had been made to look like he had
killed his sister in law. Evidence had been planted his bedroom,
reports fabricated with officials being paid off or made to ‘disappear’.
All quick and easy. His head bowed as the fatigue caught up with him.
Guess he hadn’t been asleep for too long after all. But then, when had
he last slept properly? Two, three days? He remembered that time. Warm
and comfortable in his own bed. Would he see that bed again?
The
sound of boots on the metal floor alerted his to the presence of the
guards. The clang of walkway as the heavy footed officer stomped his way
down through the middle of the room. The walkway was raised so the
guards could see all the prisoners. And give them a swift kick to the
head if any got too mouthy.
“So scum, you’ll be pleased to hear we
are about half way there”, the guard called out, his voice cold with
malice. “Then you can be off this ship and be working for the good of
the new king.”
“Fuck the king.” Said a voice in the crowd. Prisoner
1174 allowed himself the briefest of grins. The guard moved towards the
prisoner who had spoken.
“Oh dear, oh dear, do we have a dissident
in our ranks?” He asked. Another guard tutted and shook his head, a
broad smile appearing on his face. “You should know the rules on this
ship,” he continued, “you can only speak when you are permitted to do
so. And then, insulting our new king is also strictly prohibited. I’m
afraid the punishment is very clear”
The guard produced a small thin
black rod from a compartment in the nearby wall. Pressing a button the
rod extended to fifty centimetres in length. Another button was pressed
and the tip began to glow a bright red. Prisoner 1174 closed his eyes as
the red tip was pressed against the second mans chest, the smell of
burnt flesh filling the air, the screams filling his mind. Eventually
the cries were reduced to slight and muffle sob and the guard replaced
the correction device back in the wall unit.
“Now”, the guard
continued, “Let that be a lesson to you all. Shortly you will be briefed
on what will happen when we arrive at the penal colony. But now, you’ll
be pleased to hear, the king is about to make a live broadcast to his
people. Rumour has it that it will be a rather special announcement.”
The lights dimmed as a view screen slid silently from the ceiling
behind the guard and the smiling face of the world’s ruler appeared.
Prisoner 1174 clenched his fist. The rest of the room knew him as the
king. Prisoner 1174 knew him as his brother.
Saturday, 10 August 2013
Saturday, 3 August 2013
The play's the thing
Well hello my lovely reader friends, and welcome to my little part of the insanity that is known as the 'interweb thingy'.
*looks off camera*
What?
*another look off camera*
Sorry, the internet.
So what's been happening I hear you cry. Well, like it or not, I'm going to tell you.
Since I last imparted my little jewels of wisdom down to you I've been to see a couple of plays at the Grosvenor Park Open Air Theatre in Chester. Each time on a Saturday evening. I know, my little reader friends, not the forefront of what is hot as you would normally expect from me (being as I am, down wiv da kidz). But highly enjoyable none the less.
For the record, and in case anyone out there cares, they were 'Cyrano De Bergerac' and 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'.
Now, both were brilliant, but, if I had to choose one of the two, I would have to say that I preferred Cyrano. I don't know why. Guess it's just one of those things when one play has more of an impact than another. But both times I was sat there, in the covered terraces section (a choice that would prove to be a smart move during Midsummer when it was absolutely chucking it down durng the second half), watching the marvellous acting and wonderful script that was in front of me. I plan to do more in the coming years so long may the Grosvenor Park Open Air Theatre continue. Beats being inside watching tele all night or down in some loud, hot and sweaty night club in my opinion anyway. Which is probably why I ended up going on my own.
But the big news is that next week it's my turn to have their words spoken by actors.
Because I, along with four other writers are having their micro plays performed in a little room in a little building in Chester. Its a small start. But an exciting one and I'm glad to be a part of it. And who knows, as I think I've said before, from small acorns....
Ta ta for now.
*looks off camera*
What?
*another look off camera*
Sorry, the internet.
So what's been happening I hear you cry. Well, like it or not, I'm going to tell you.
Since I last imparted my little jewels of wisdom down to you I've been to see a couple of plays at the Grosvenor Park Open Air Theatre in Chester. Each time on a Saturday evening. I know, my little reader friends, not the forefront of what is hot as you would normally expect from me (being as I am, down wiv da kidz). But highly enjoyable none the less.
For the record, and in case anyone out there cares, they were 'Cyrano De Bergerac' and 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'.
Now, both were brilliant, but, if I had to choose one of the two, I would have to say that I preferred Cyrano. I don't know why. Guess it's just one of those things when one play has more of an impact than another. But both times I was sat there, in the covered terraces section (a choice that would prove to be a smart move during Midsummer when it was absolutely chucking it down durng the second half), watching the marvellous acting and wonderful script that was in front of me. I plan to do more in the coming years so long may the Grosvenor Park Open Air Theatre continue. Beats being inside watching tele all night or down in some loud, hot and sweaty night club in my opinion anyway. Which is probably why I ended up going on my own.
But the big news is that next week it's my turn to have their words spoken by actors.
Because I, along with four other writers are having their micro plays performed in a little room in a little building in Chester. Its a small start. But an exciting one and I'm glad to be a part of it. And who knows, as I think I've said before, from small acorns....
Ta ta for now.
Sunday, 21 July 2013
Sun tan - check, photos - check, happy memories - check.. Bugger, I'm back (Part 2)
Well hello again my dear readers,
So, now, where were we?
Ah yes, thats right, the first night. As you read last time, the Manchester flight got to Zante earlier than either the Bristol or Gatwick flights.
Right for this one I'm going to break the holiday down into a few categories. Mainly so this thing doesn't go forever and bore the arse of everyone. So lets start with:
The People
The group consisted of fifteen people in total. As I said, five were on the Manchester flight and I had a bit of a chat with them going from the airport to the hotel. That left ten who joined us throughout the evening. And I can say that they were all wonderful splendid people to be in holiday with.
Bar one.
Yes, there is always one isn't there dear reader.
The thing is, when you're on a solos holiday then you ain't going to know anything about the others in the group. And it is up to you to go and find out. You're in the same boat as everyone else and, unless you want to be back in your room by about ten in the evening you going to have to make a bit of an effort. There are even, if you think about it, a series of questions to get you started.
What's your name?
Where are you from?
What do you do?
Are you here for one week or two?
Have you been on a solo's holiday before? Which ones?
Get through that little lot and generally, as if by magic, you get to know the people. So thats how we all started out.
Bar one....
who made no effort what so ever. I don't know why, my little reader friends. Maybe he had something better to do. Not that the rest of us minded. We all just got on with it. His loss, not ours.
Food and Drink
The food in the hotel was basic. Like the rest of the hotel really. To be fair to them, there isn't alot they can really do about it though. It can't be easy coming up with a range of dishes that will be ok for multiple nationalities staying in their rooms that week. But what they had was ok. There was always the option of going to one of the nearby restaurants anyway. Which we did a couple of times during the week. The food at which was rather lovely. Though remind me not to have the garlic prawns. Well not without a bib or something first.
The drinks were great though. A pint of Mythos (really nice greek lager) was a very reasonable 2.50 euros. For some reason best known to the greeks a half pint was 2.30 euros. No, I don't know why either. Could possibly explain why the greek economy is knackered though. Either way, I might have drank a fair bit of it during the course of the week.
Also, at the pub which kind of became the group 'local', on a couple of nights shots were produced. Now, normally I don't like these things, but this one was different. Buggered if I can remember what it was called or what was in it but suffice to say, my dear readers, it was a bit good.
The hotel
As I have just said the hotel rooms were basic. But what else do you need? The bathroom was clean and the shower worked. The bed was comfortable and I had a great view. I've no idea if the tele in the room even worked let alone what channels it had on. But then who goes on holiday to a beautiful greek island and stays in the room and with the tv on.
The staff were polite and friendly even letting us take over the bar music system if we were the only ones in.
One rather curious thing was all the weddings that took place there. Now, my dear reader, I'm very much a stranger when it comes to getting married but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to get hitched when there are a load of people sunbathing on the beach next to you. Still, it provide a moment of amusement when one day, with a fair few of the group down on the beach, a horse and cart came trotting over the sand and passed right by us with the bride and groom who, rather than enjoying their happy moment, were hanging on for dear life in the posh seats in the rather elegant cart and looking very uncomfortable.
----
So there you have it. I could go a bit more but to go into too much detail would be to take away some of the magic of what was a wonderful week.
But wait, I hear you cry....
Col, what we really want to know is....
Did you find your 'impossible' girl with whom you were going to go more exciting adventures through time and space?
Well, my dear reader friends, the answer to that is no.
I don't think.
But you never know. We have said that we'll keep in touch so maybe fate is taking a rather scenic route with me.
ta ta for now
So, now, where were we?
Ah yes, thats right, the first night. As you read last time, the Manchester flight got to Zante earlier than either the Bristol or Gatwick flights.
Right for this one I'm going to break the holiday down into a few categories. Mainly so this thing doesn't go forever and bore the arse of everyone. So lets start with:
The People
The group consisted of fifteen people in total. As I said, five were on the Manchester flight and I had a bit of a chat with them going from the airport to the hotel. That left ten who joined us throughout the evening. And I can say that they were all wonderful splendid people to be in holiday with.
Bar one.
Yes, there is always one isn't there dear reader.
The thing is, when you're on a solos holiday then you ain't going to know anything about the others in the group. And it is up to you to go and find out. You're in the same boat as everyone else and, unless you want to be back in your room by about ten in the evening you going to have to make a bit of an effort. There are even, if you think about it, a series of questions to get you started.
What's your name?
Where are you from?
What do you do?
Are you here for one week or two?
Have you been on a solo's holiday before? Which ones?
Get through that little lot and generally, as if by magic, you get to know the people. So thats how we all started out.
Bar one....
who made no effort what so ever. I don't know why, my little reader friends. Maybe he had something better to do. Not that the rest of us minded. We all just got on with it. His loss, not ours.
Food and Drink
The food in the hotel was basic. Like the rest of the hotel really. To be fair to them, there isn't alot they can really do about it though. It can't be easy coming up with a range of dishes that will be ok for multiple nationalities staying in their rooms that week. But what they had was ok. There was always the option of going to one of the nearby restaurants anyway. Which we did a couple of times during the week. The food at which was rather lovely. Though remind me not to have the garlic prawns. Well not without a bib or something first.
The drinks were great though. A pint of Mythos (really nice greek lager) was a very reasonable 2.50 euros. For some reason best known to the greeks a half pint was 2.30 euros. No, I don't know why either. Could possibly explain why the greek economy is knackered though. Either way, I might have drank a fair bit of it during the course of the week.
Also, at the pub which kind of became the group 'local', on a couple of nights shots were produced. Now, normally I don't like these things, but this one was different. Buggered if I can remember what it was called or what was in it but suffice to say, my dear readers, it was a bit good.
The hotel
As I have just said the hotel rooms were basic. But what else do you need? The bathroom was clean and the shower worked. The bed was comfortable and I had a great view. I've no idea if the tele in the room even worked let alone what channels it had on. But then who goes on holiday to a beautiful greek island and stays in the room and with the tv on.
The staff were polite and friendly even letting us take over the bar music system if we were the only ones in.
One rather curious thing was all the weddings that took place there. Now, my dear reader, I'm very much a stranger when it comes to getting married but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to get hitched when there are a load of people sunbathing on the beach next to you. Still, it provide a moment of amusement when one day, with a fair few of the group down on the beach, a horse and cart came trotting over the sand and passed right by us with the bride and groom who, rather than enjoying their happy moment, were hanging on for dear life in the posh seats in the rather elegant cart and looking very uncomfortable.
----
So there you have it. I could go a bit more but to go into too much detail would be to take away some of the magic of what was a wonderful week.
But wait, I hear you cry....
Col, what we really want to know is....
Did you find your 'impossible' girl with whom you were going to go more exciting adventures through time and space?
Well, my dear reader friends, the answer to that is no.
I don't think.
But you never know. We have said that we'll keep in touch so maybe fate is taking a rather scenic route with me.
ta ta for now
Monday, 15 July 2013
Sun tan - check, photos - check, happy memories - check.. Bugger, I'm back (Part 1)
Well hello my dear readers,
Did you miss me while I was away? You can tell me. I know you did really.
So where will I start in recounting this tale of dashing heroes, beautiful heroines, dastardly villians, romance, treachery and noble sacrifice in the face of true evil?
Oh hang on...
No, sorry, thats a story. I'll telling you about my holiday aren't I?
So we will begin, as is traditional, at the beginning.
And Manchester Airport at around four in the morning. Which I'm sure you'll agree, dear reader, is far too early to be doing anything other than sleeping let alone getting through the check in desk at terminal two. There was already a queue which I joined the back of. It was then I spied something to chill the heart of many a traveller on a cold, dark, wet winters night. A group of lads with the words 'Zante 13' emblazened on the front of their t-shirts and various nicknames on the back. Now, my dear reader, I'm a quiet, sensitive soul (SHUT IT!) so my first reaction was, I'm sure you'll agree, quite understandable.
It was:
"Oh shit, I hope they don't end up sitting anywhere near me."
So, anyway, the queue made its merry way forward and whilest there, I tried a little furtive scanning of the crowd to try and see if there were any more single people around. I couldn't see any but as it turns out there were four more people flying from Manchester. So on the queue went with me minding my own business, stoically ignoring the mocking call of the airline rep and her cruel taunts of the availability of extra leg room seats which were now being offered at two for the price of one. It's getting to something when even the airline is taking the piss out of your single status.
Eventually I managed to get through check in, security (with no hassles), and was in the departure area where it was time for breakfast.
*memo to Burger King*
Yes, I know what the sign said but, when you need an electron microscope to see them, don't you think you're taking the 'mini-pancake' thing a tad far?
And then it came time to board and be on our way.
Or so we all thought.
After an almost completely unintelligible message over the plane's intercom, we sat there for about forty five minutes. And it was during this time that one of the 'Zante 13' massive decided to fall ill. Yes dear reader, damned inconsiderate of him I know. Eventually he was removed from the aircraft, his luggage (as well as that of one of his friends who volunteered to stay with him) soon followed and after a two hour delay we were away for what, after that slight excitement, turned out to be a very uneventful flight.
Three and a bit hours later we landed safely on the tarmac at the airport to the island of Zante. Or Zakynthos depending on what you call it. Once the plane had taxied to its final position we all disembarked into what we thought would be blazing hot sun.
Except we didn't. I mean we all got off the plane. And it was hot. But, thanks to a nice breeze, it wasn't stop you in your tracks hot like some holidays I have been on. At this point I didn't even take my cardigan off. Yes, dear readers, I was wearing a cardigan. Well down wiv da kidz me I'll tell you. We then got on the little bus that takes you from the plane to the arrivals area. A journey which, in this case, took all of a minute.
Then, my dear reader, came a moment which you may decide is pure fantasy, but which I can assure you was 100% true. I quickly made my way through passport check and headed towards baggage...
To find...
My case was already on the carousel waiting to be picked up. Seriously, my dear reader, as I walked up to the carousel I saw it making its way towards me. Now how cool is that?! So without futher ado, I grabbed the case and headed for the exit and started looking for the pick up. Which again I did almost straight away. I was, I think, second to make it though. The others swiftly followed me and we were led onto the minibus which was to take us to the hotel. The five of us then introduced ourselves and started chatting away during the twenty or so minutes the journey took. At which point I began to think that, as these four all seemed to be rather nice people, this was going to be a rather good week.
We were then at the hotel where I was re-aquainted with the rep (by the name of Andy) who I had originally met in Rhodes. Then we got our room keys, shown to our rooms by Andy (four of the rooms, including mine, were next to each other) and left to unpack. This done, I took off my cardigan, put on some shorts, some sun block and headed out to explore the bar and beach area. I had only just reached the bar when I bumped into Andy again so we sat and had a beer whilst having a nice catch up chat.
A quick walk round the beach area where I had another nice chat to the two lovely ladies in the Manchester part of the crew, Vicki and Amanda, and then back to the hotel room for a wee kip. Then came another important step in the weeks holiday. Something everyone goes through at some point. Seeing if the shower worked (which it thankfully did). After that it was then time for dinner...
Coming up in part 2:
What happened when the Bristol and Gatwick people arrived.
The local pubs and bars
And, the question you all want to know (well if you've read the previous entry)
Did I find my 'impossible girl'?
Tune in next time to find out
Ta ta for now
Did you miss me while I was away? You can tell me. I know you did really.
So where will I start in recounting this tale of dashing heroes, beautiful heroines, dastardly villians, romance, treachery and noble sacrifice in the face of true evil?
Oh hang on...
No, sorry, thats a story. I'll telling you about my holiday aren't I?
So we will begin, as is traditional, at the beginning.
And Manchester Airport at around four in the morning. Which I'm sure you'll agree, dear reader, is far too early to be doing anything other than sleeping let alone getting through the check in desk at terminal two. There was already a queue which I joined the back of. It was then I spied something to chill the heart of many a traveller on a cold, dark, wet winters night. A group of lads with the words 'Zante 13' emblazened on the front of their t-shirts and various nicknames on the back. Now, my dear reader, I'm a quiet, sensitive soul (SHUT IT!) so my first reaction was, I'm sure you'll agree, quite understandable.
It was:
"Oh shit, I hope they don't end up sitting anywhere near me."
So, anyway, the queue made its merry way forward and whilest there, I tried a little furtive scanning of the crowd to try and see if there were any more single people around. I couldn't see any but as it turns out there were four more people flying from Manchester. So on the queue went with me minding my own business, stoically ignoring the mocking call of the airline rep and her cruel taunts of the availability of extra leg room seats which were now being offered at two for the price of one. It's getting to something when even the airline is taking the piss out of your single status.
Eventually I managed to get through check in, security (with no hassles), and was in the departure area where it was time for breakfast.
*memo to Burger King*
Yes, I know what the sign said but, when you need an electron microscope to see them, don't you think you're taking the 'mini-pancake' thing a tad far?
And then it came time to board and be on our way.
Or so we all thought.
After an almost completely unintelligible message over the plane's intercom, we sat there for about forty five minutes. And it was during this time that one of the 'Zante 13' massive decided to fall ill. Yes dear reader, damned inconsiderate of him I know. Eventually he was removed from the aircraft, his luggage (as well as that of one of his friends who volunteered to stay with him) soon followed and after a two hour delay we were away for what, after that slight excitement, turned out to be a very uneventful flight.
Three and a bit hours later we landed safely on the tarmac at the airport to the island of Zante. Or Zakynthos depending on what you call it. Once the plane had taxied to its final position we all disembarked into what we thought would be blazing hot sun.
Except we didn't. I mean we all got off the plane. And it was hot. But, thanks to a nice breeze, it wasn't stop you in your tracks hot like some holidays I have been on. At this point I didn't even take my cardigan off. Yes, dear readers, I was wearing a cardigan. Well down wiv da kidz me I'll tell you. We then got on the little bus that takes you from the plane to the arrivals area. A journey which, in this case, took all of a minute.
Then, my dear reader, came a moment which you may decide is pure fantasy, but which I can assure you was 100% true. I quickly made my way through passport check and headed towards baggage...
To find...
My case was already on the carousel waiting to be picked up. Seriously, my dear reader, as I walked up to the carousel I saw it making its way towards me. Now how cool is that?! So without futher ado, I grabbed the case and headed for the exit and started looking for the pick up. Which again I did almost straight away. I was, I think, second to make it though. The others swiftly followed me and we were led onto the minibus which was to take us to the hotel. The five of us then introduced ourselves and started chatting away during the twenty or so minutes the journey took. At which point I began to think that, as these four all seemed to be rather nice people, this was going to be a rather good week.
We were then at the hotel where I was re-aquainted with the rep (by the name of Andy) who I had originally met in Rhodes. Then we got our room keys, shown to our rooms by Andy (four of the rooms, including mine, were next to each other) and left to unpack. This done, I took off my cardigan, put on some shorts, some sun block and headed out to explore the bar and beach area. I had only just reached the bar when I bumped into Andy again so we sat and had a beer whilst having a nice catch up chat.
A quick walk round the beach area where I had another nice chat to the two lovely ladies in the Manchester part of the crew, Vicki and Amanda, and then back to the hotel room for a wee kip. Then came another important step in the weeks holiday. Something everyone goes through at some point. Seeing if the shower worked (which it thankfully did). After that it was then time for dinner...
Coming up in part 2:
What happened when the Bristol and Gatwick people arrived.
The local pubs and bars
And, the question you all want to know (well if you've read the previous entry)
Did I find my 'impossible girl'?
Tune in next time to find out
Ta ta for now
Saturday, 29 June 2013
Passport - check, books - check, sunscreen - check. I'm ready
Hello my lovely readers,
Where does the time go eh? Where? It has been too long since I last posted and I know you've been missing me, but worry no longer, because I'M BACK!
*cue wild cheers from the audience*
Thank you, thank you, alright settle down. Especially you lot at the back.
Right, I hear you cry, so what is this one going to be about then?
Well I'm going on holiday tomorrow. Yay!
Yes, my dear reader, I shall be once again jetting off to foreign climes for a week of sun, sea, sand and relaxation. In Zante. It will be tough, so very tough, but I'll will give 'enjoying myself even if I won't have the slightest idea who I'll be holidaying with' my best shot.
Yes, you read that last bit right. I don't know who will be accompanying me on this week.
*hushed mummuring from the crowd*
Because it's a Solos holiday and what basically happens is that a load of single people go on holiday and hope to hell there is at least one other person in the group they can talk to. I mean there is a forum you can use to see who is going, but it's not the same thing is it?
Plus this isn't the first time I've been on a Solos trip. Oh no, my dear reader, this will be my sixth vacation with them. So far there have been no problems so I should be fine. I've got my kindle (and a couple of books in case something happens to said kindle), ipod and there are plenty of bars. But, as everyone will be there to have a good time, I'm sure it will be great.
Now I know what you're thinking: Holiday romances.
Well, we'll see. I've seen them happen. I've got friendly with a couple of ladies in the past (keep it clean, you lot at the back)
Will this be the year? Will there be a lady on the Manchester flight that is destined to be mine? (I'm hoping for the Manchester flight because, lets face it, the London flight makes things more complicated). Will I meet my 'impossible' girl who will want to come and have adventures through time and space with me? (You can make up your own jokes about sonic screwdrivers, this is a family show).
Or will they hear the words "I like Doctor Who" and run like hell?
Nobody knows. Not even me. Well alright, The Doctor might know but I haven't seen the TARDIS round these here parts so I guess he ain't telling.
So for now, I'll just have to go to Manchester airport in the small hours of Sunday morning, get through security and see what happens.
So, I'll leave you now. Lets face it, this packing ain't going to do itself. But I shall return, my dear reader, yes I shall return with the second part of this blog and tell you all about it.
Ta ta for now.
Where does the time go eh? Where? It has been too long since I last posted and I know you've been missing me, but worry no longer, because I'M BACK!
*cue wild cheers from the audience*
Thank you, thank you, alright settle down. Especially you lot at the back.
Right, I hear you cry, so what is this one going to be about then?
Well I'm going on holiday tomorrow. Yay!
Yes, my dear reader, I shall be once again jetting off to foreign climes for a week of sun, sea, sand and relaxation. In Zante. It will be tough, so very tough, but I'll will give 'enjoying myself even if I won't have the slightest idea who I'll be holidaying with' my best shot.
Yes, you read that last bit right. I don't know who will be accompanying me on this week.
*hushed mummuring from the crowd*
Because it's a Solos holiday and what basically happens is that a load of single people go on holiday and hope to hell there is at least one other person in the group they can talk to. I mean there is a forum you can use to see who is going, but it's not the same thing is it?
Plus this isn't the first time I've been on a Solos trip. Oh no, my dear reader, this will be my sixth vacation with them. So far there have been no problems so I should be fine. I've got my kindle (and a couple of books in case something happens to said kindle), ipod and there are plenty of bars. But, as everyone will be there to have a good time, I'm sure it will be great.
Now I know what you're thinking: Holiday romances.
Well, we'll see. I've seen them happen. I've got friendly with a couple of ladies in the past (keep it clean, you lot at the back)
Will this be the year? Will there be a lady on the Manchester flight that is destined to be mine? (I'm hoping for the Manchester flight because, lets face it, the London flight makes things more complicated). Will I meet my 'impossible' girl who will want to come and have adventures through time and space with me? (You can make up your own jokes about sonic screwdrivers, this is a family show).
Or will they hear the words "I like Doctor Who" and run like hell?
Nobody knows. Not even me. Well alright, The Doctor might know but I haven't seen the TARDIS round these here parts so I guess he ain't telling.
So for now, I'll just have to go to Manchester airport in the small hours of Sunday morning, get through security and see what happens.
So, I'll leave you now. Lets face it, this packing ain't going to do itself. But I shall return, my dear reader, yes I shall return with the second part of this blog and tell you all about it.
Ta ta for now.
Sunday, 2 June 2013
Giving Chester a boost (hopefully!)
Well hello my lovely little readers.
Yes I'm back to bring you more joy and happiness from within the black and souless void that is the internet.
So what's been happening I hear you cry.
I'm helping to bring a bit of culture to the streets of Chester. Well when I say I'm helping I mean got volunteered to help. And when I say I'm helping I mean I'm writing micro-plays.
Yes, in the next couple of weeks I shall be straining every creative sinew to create some pieces that will be performed in a bar somewhere in Chester. And not just one either. No no no... that would be too easy. No, my friend, I'm doing a two or three of these buggers. Now I've got ideas. Slowly forming in my mind.
But why am I doing this?
Chester needs a cultural boost. A bit of a shot in the arm. To let it know that someone still wants these things to happen.
It will be small. It will be low-key. But who knows where it will go from here. After all, from small acorns grow great oaks.
We can but try.
ta ta for now
Yes I'm back to bring you more joy and happiness from within the black and souless void that is the internet.
So what's been happening I hear you cry.
I'm helping to bring a bit of culture to the streets of Chester. Well when I say I'm helping I mean got volunteered to help. And when I say I'm helping I mean I'm writing micro-plays.
Yes, in the next couple of weeks I shall be straining every creative sinew to create some pieces that will be performed in a bar somewhere in Chester. And not just one either. No no no... that would be too easy. No, my friend, I'm doing a two or three of these buggers. Now I've got ideas. Slowly forming in my mind.
But why am I doing this?
Chester needs a cultural boost. A bit of a shot in the arm. To let it know that someone still wants these things to happen.
It will be small. It will be low-key. But who knows where it will go from here. After all, from small acorns grow great oaks.
We can but try.
ta ta for now
Sunday, 19 May 2013
Is it November yet?
Well hello my lovely readers.
Guess you've been wondering where I have been. I mean, doesn't time fly when you're having fun?
Well no not really. But it has been a couple of weeks so what have I been doing?
In short, my dear reader, I've been doing sod all except the usual routine mundane things in life like working, sleeping, eating, trying to talk to girls etc etc etc.
And of course one of those routine things is watching the odd tv show. Do you often wonder how much of an impact the television has on our lives. I mean, I don't watch much and I'm very selective about the type of shows that I do follow. I rarely watch ITV on a Saturday night for example. Its just not my cup of tea.
As you may know though, a show that is very much my cup of tea is Doctor Who and the season finale was on last night. So at seven pm I was there as the latest adventure of the time travelling madman in the blue box began to unfold. The last adventure before November. Which for those that don't know is a very special occasion as it's the 50th anniversary of when the show first started. And, to be honest dear reader, I sat down last night with a small amount of trepidation.
But why I hear you ask.
Well this run of 8 episodes which have made this second half of series 7 of new Doctor Who (its been spilt into two halves you see. The first half ended the departure of Amy Pond *sniff*) has had something missing. It has not been firing on all cylinders. The writing hasn't quite been as top notch as it was before Christmas. I didn't quite believe the relationship between The Doctor and Clara as much as that of The Doctor and Amy (and Rory).
And last nights episode secrets were to be revealed. Important secrets. It was going to be a big episode. It had to be done right.
And it was.
It was absolutely, incredibly, jaw droppingly excellent. I'm not going to give anything away (spoilers!) but it paid off the mystery of Clara (the impossible girl) brilliantly and set up something that left me and every other Doctor Who fan wishing it was November NOW.
But we'll just have to wait patiently as the wheel of time turns slowly onward and the future becomes the present and then becomes the past.
But...
Is it November yet?
Ta ta for now.
Guess you've been wondering where I have been. I mean, doesn't time fly when you're having fun?
Well no not really. But it has been a couple of weeks so what have I been doing?
In short, my dear reader, I've been doing sod all except the usual routine mundane things in life like working, sleeping, eating, trying to talk to girls etc etc etc.
And of course one of those routine things is watching the odd tv show. Do you often wonder how much of an impact the television has on our lives. I mean, I don't watch much and I'm very selective about the type of shows that I do follow. I rarely watch ITV on a Saturday night for example. Its just not my cup of tea.
As you may know though, a show that is very much my cup of tea is Doctor Who and the season finale was on last night. So at seven pm I was there as the latest adventure of the time travelling madman in the blue box began to unfold. The last adventure before November. Which for those that don't know is a very special occasion as it's the 50th anniversary of when the show first started. And, to be honest dear reader, I sat down last night with a small amount of trepidation.
But why I hear you ask.
Well this run of 8 episodes which have made this second half of series 7 of new Doctor Who (its been spilt into two halves you see. The first half ended the departure of Amy Pond *sniff*) has had something missing. It has not been firing on all cylinders. The writing hasn't quite been as top notch as it was before Christmas. I didn't quite believe the relationship between The Doctor and Clara as much as that of The Doctor and Amy (and Rory).
And last nights episode secrets were to be revealed. Important secrets. It was going to be a big episode. It had to be done right.
And it was.
It was absolutely, incredibly, jaw droppingly excellent. I'm not going to give anything away (spoilers!) but it paid off the mystery of Clara (the impossible girl) brilliantly and set up something that left me and every other Doctor Who fan wishing it was November NOW.
But we'll just have to wait patiently as the wheel of time turns slowly onward and the future becomes the present and then becomes the past.
But...
Is it November yet?
Ta ta for now.
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