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  • This is the silence of sound

    A very interesting and busy week, in which I have been excited no less than four times.  Four!  And one of them wasn’t even imaginary!

    Ok.  Four was an exaggeration, but it’s been a good week, which, as is the nature of these things, means I haven’t had time to blog for the benefit of my one reader.  Speaking of which – rather pathetically, I was more pleased with the first comment received on this blog (thanks Julia) than with winning the best business website of the year in 2005.

    But not as much as two hours spent with one of my best friends talking through some plot points on the novel.  And being reminded that understanding what motivates your characters is vital to keeping your readers with you, particularly when the characters are a little, um, odd.

    And not as much as illustrating a point at work (a ‘business’ point, as opposed to a CBB point, or a point-to-point or a pied-a-terre or mangetout or debating whether Kevin Costner’s career peaked at The Untouchables (it did, it so did)) by doing a cockney geezer walk.  It wasn’t a 2.0 walk either.  It was an old school walk, much like George, the hofmeister bear (apparently created by the same man who invented the Honey Monster which must have been a tremendous stretch for him – after all, who could have thunk of TWO men in oversized furry suits with funny walks and stupid voices).  I did, however, dispense with the hat.

    Did you follow the bear today?

  • Ellipsis

    Don’t hate me for what I am I not
    Don’t hate me for what I didn’t say
    Don’t hate me for what I didn’t do

    Hate me because of I…

  • Fluvial deposits

    Wine, whine away my tears
    my eyes red and conscience said.
    I played my part, I played my part.
    Bottle green and thoughts unseen
    of feelings mean and feelings keen.
    Upset as my applecart
    by your sudden change of heart.
    I shrank my world
    and drank my tears away.

  • The glamour hammer

    Your soul’s up for auction, no known reserve,
    Blank out the people, hold your nerve.
    Shoot stares, shoot the breeze
    laugh along with the latest web wheeze.
    You never meant it to get to this,
    news, cameras, commentary axis.
    Money.  Your demons want it more than you
    sell yourself for your Jimmy Choos
    they are more you than you.
    Kiss your children, sell your eggs
    make the tabloids, shag the dregs.
    It’s not your style but now what’s left
    but hammer down and the devil’s cleft.
    Sell your hole and sell your soul
    make your price and pay your toll.

  • Minimal stamina

    Tired is as tired does,
    A rumble tumble bumble buzz.
    Lazy days and boring ways
    easy meat and easy lays.
    So it says.