Two at the Table

I sat there more nervous than I’ve ever been. Some git taxi driver at the next table was shouting for his egg and chips.

I caught Julie’s wrist as she put my mug of tea down on the table. I sort of gestured and pulled her down to sit opposite me.

She looked at me blank, I couldn’t tell if she knew what was coming or not. She just waited. Continue reading

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An Early Memory

The trouble with earliest memories is knowing where they begin. What is actual memory, something concrete, real, beyond just disconnected images and impressions. One of my earliest memories dates from… perhaps three years old. Pushed along in a buggy, along a hilly, grey London street near where we lived then.  The buggy’s rain hood pulled up, I, deeply sheltered not just to the elements but most of the world beyond. My mother in conversation with a woman, by their tone, a friend. Much of the conversation about me, but not to me. I, under a rain hood, was completely unable to contribute. Continue reading

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Mr Slade

 1. INT ROOM, DAY. ENCLOSED PRIVATE OFFICE. BLAND, MAYBE DERELICT.

TWO MEN, PAUL seated, ‘MR SLADE’ standing.

SLADE:
Have you given it any thought? Continue reading

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My Rules for Social Networking

A couple of things last month prompted this post.

First, I got hold of a little booklet by Hampshire Linux User Group member Damian Brasher, Damian’s Social Networking Rules.

Second, I saw the call for a Bloggers’ Code of Conduct over at O’Reilly.

Inspired, I decided to write out my (short) set of rules for social media. Apologies if this reads like Baz Luhrman’s self-help record Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

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BBC9: In the Closet

“You’re listening to BBC Radio 9, Night-time and we’re in the Closet. Thats the musical special-interest closet for all you fans of indie hardcore, grunge, guitar, mixed core, fruit-and-nut, hub-cap and community disco; be it on download, CD, vinyl, 78, 45, 33 and a third, 38-26-34, Arsenal-Brentford one-nil, 911-assist or the vuvuzela.

I’m Bob Bobley, welcome to the show. Glad you could join us for a pint of cider and some of the most specialist music around.

You just heard the grunge guitar sound of Vlad the Imperfect with their new single, I Spit on Your Carpet. Now, we go over the BBCs Maida Vale Studios where we have a live session with North Somerset indie sensations, Daniel and the Space Beavers…”

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Professional Cheapskate


Cheapskate: “a person unwilling to give or spend money; stingy person.”
Frugal: “not wasteful; not spending freely or unnecessarily; thrifty; economical.”
“A cheapskate is someone who takes frugality to the extreme. Instead of trying to make the most of his or her resources, the cheapskate refuses to spend money at all…” (Love-to-know)

To you, cheapskate may be an insult. To the Professional Cheapskate, it’s a badge of honour, particularly when applied to utilities, toys (computers, software and phones), financial products… Continue reading

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Bella Star

From the observation deck, the star seems only a little brighter than usual.

Through the polarised filters and shielding, close enough to touch, filling the entire space. Safe. Comforting.

Unlike the truth of it. The destructive power of it; awesome in its’ true meaning.

Where he used to come to watch it with Bella. The changing, shifting patterns and tints in the furnace.

Where they would join together. Unable to stop themselves. There, in its’ light.

Creation. Destruction. Renewal. Love. Continue reading

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