Reading group

We have been together now for some years, my friends and I in a book group started by me when Scout (now nearly 15) was about 3. I was fed up of reading the backs of cereal packets and not much else.I invited a few friends to see if anyone else was interested. Nearly everyone I asked was!

The group list comprises about 15 people – but fewer than 6 usually attend each meeting.There are various excuses and reasons. Many of us are going through the teenage years with our children. Some have moved away, but want to remain on the invite list, coming only for 3 or 4 meetings a year. Some have very busy jobs and find it very difficult to fit in reading time.

Every now and then a new member joins. Four meetings ago one such new member joined us. She hasn’t missed a meeting and has always read the book, and is just what we need… an injection of new enthusiasm. Continue reading “Reading group”

May Creative Writing Competition

Inspired by Pseu’s intriguing story, the subject will be “The Royal Wedding“.

The connection may be as tenuous as you like, but it must be there, somehow.   The words ‘grace‘ and ‘shovel‘ must be included, and each entry should contain a minimum of 1,250 words; there is no upper limit.

The Competition will close at midnight on Sunday the 15th May, AEST – so get your skates on!

A Woman’s Prerogative

Kate woke with the blackbirds, very early on the morning before the big day, with a headache. She had been feeling lousy with the remnants of a head cold pressing into her sinuses and the day before had dealt with several nosebleeds. But this headache was more than the result of sinusitis. She felt a great tension in her shoulders and along her spine. As she stood on the scales in the bathroom and tried to look down she felt the tightness in her spinal chord from her neck down to her waist. She found she could not see the scale and therefore did not record her weight in her diary for the first time since she turned 15 which felt rather odd. Continue reading “A Woman’s Prerogative”

Alternative Gilly

Mr Chandrasekhar’s top of the range Mahindra scattered the stones in the car park. I guided the roller in his direction and called out a greeting, touching my cap respectfully as always, “नमस्कार महोदय, आप कैसे हैं  ?”

He grinned and winked, replying – “नमस्ते गिली, हार्ड काम करते हो ? … and  I must say your Hindi accent is improving; well done!”

We strolled together to the clubhouse, reviewing the arrangements for the match against the touring team on Saturday.   He lowered himself into a deck-chair on the veranda and sighed.   “I may have to miss the match.   I shall probably have to fly back home tomorrow; the riots are getting worse and I need to arrange protection for my family.   Why do all you Christians cause so much trouble all the time?” Continue reading “Alternative Gilly”

March Confidential winner

Thanks to everybody for the excellent wide-ranging batch of stories. Reading them all in one go instead of the usual when they’re published way is rewarding indeed. A word of commiseration to granviller for missing out at the last moment.

Bearsy notwithstanding, it was funny reading the interpolations (hark at me) of the word snake into your scripts. In hindsight I wished I’d made it giraffes. Some other time, perhaps and furthermore maybe they’ll make a film called Giraffes on a Plane. Right, down to business. Continue reading “March Confidential winner”

To Anna: March Creative writing Competition

Sunday, 13th February 1887

At first I was unaware that anything had changed. The day progressed along normal lines, in that I had breakfasted early as is my habit, and retired to my study for a few hours to complete another chapter of my diary. I feel the need to tell you at this point Anna; this was not so much for posterity, more a confession of a life squandered, and a need to express regret for all the hurt I have caused to my family. I do not feel a need to broadcast to the world, but I would like a chance perhaps, to explain to those who remain alive.

Our children will judge me harshly, and how can I blame them? You perhaps will have a more enlightened view of my actions; I do hope so. Your understanding now, as I am aging and alone, is becoming ever more important to me. I know I have your forgiveness, and that too is now a source of comfort, and no longer fuelling my bitterness and self-loathing. Such emotions are akin to snakes, their coils, loose at first, tighten until life is squeezed out, and no emotion remains, save a deep and desperate hatred.

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March Confidential (C/W competition)

Good evening.

I didn’t realise the difficulties in setting up a competition. With great power comes great responsibility (Stan Lee…again). After discarding hackneyed taxi ideas and wearing out lots of crayons, this is the best I can come up with for the March creative writing competition.

Rock Hudson was a Hollywood star with a very secret private life, Nick Leeson was a trader that kept his dealings from his firm. The theme will be about someone or thing (institution, golf club, whatever) having a secret they take great pains at to hide. Eventually, the truth will out. It’s your decision if it ends up good or bad.
To complicate matters I’d like to see the word snakes used in the script either metaphorically or literally (just an excuse to give Snakes on a Plane another plug).

The pressure of judging will be new to me, though I am looking forward to reading lots of entries. Happy writing, everyone, go on, pick those crayons up.

Usual rules apply. 2,000 words. Closing date is the last day in March.

The Reonion (Pseu’s CW Competition)

With apologies to any  Poohist purists and to any non-Poohites who might possibly not understand very much of this

“Rabbit, is that you? I thought it was. It’s  me, Piglet.”

“ Of course it is you, Piglet. It is Good to see you. I told Pooh that you would come. Here’s your Name Badge and the Schedule of Events for the Weekend. You’ll find the running Provisions buffet over there. I can recommend the Haycorns.”

“Thank you for organising this Reonion, Rabbit.”

“It is a Reunion, Piglet. I realised that this was an Important Event which deserved to be Commemoriated for Pooh. I also realised, of course, that my own part in the Event would never be fully Appreciated but I let that pass. It was I who told CR what the Thing we were searching for actually looked like. As I say, it probably does not Matter.”

“I see that you  managed to invite all your Friends and Relations as usual. Nothing changes, then?”

“I did not invite them. I never do. If you remember the original trip to find the North Pole, they just came then as well. They always do!”

“Well, I suppose that they were there, so it is only fair that they are here to Celebrate Pooh’s discovery of the Pole. I don’t see Alexander Beetle?”

“He never recovered from the ‘Hush’ incident and being at the tail end of the whole Expotition. He went off to live quietly ever-afterwards with his Aunt. Best thing that he ever did, as it happens. His Aunt bought him an Amstrad and he is now a Reclusive cyber millionaire specialising in the online sale of Pooh memorabilia. He’s making pots of money and I managed to negotiate Pooh a percentage deal in pots of hunny.”

“Talking about animals who were there, Kanga has aged terribly. Did something happen to Roo?”

“Piglet, what part of the 100 Aker Wood have you been living in? Remember when Tigger appeared and shacked up with Kanga? That was yet another of our Author’s little Eumephisms, as Wol would probably say. AA tried to sell us all the story that Tigger was only staying with Kanga for the Extract of Malt but, believe me,  he was getting a lot more than that on a regular basis.

Roo was in therapy for years when  he found out and got Stranger and Stranger. Eventually, he moved out and went off to live in a commune in Australia saying that he needed to get in touch with his Marsupialousness.

As soon as he had gone antipodean, Kanga and Tigger went public, married and set off on their honeymoon. Tragically, there was a bungee jump at their resort. Tigger explained to her that bungee jumping was what Tiggers were best at, being really Bouncy. Just a pity that he jumped off before they had a chance to tie the cord to him. Kanga’s never been the same since. Pooh did write a lovely Pom for the Funeral.

‘Here’s spread our friend, the flattened Tigger,
Who never quite knew what was best.
He’s gone now to Eternal Rest.
To get him out, they used a digger
And now he won’t get any bigger.’

“What about CR? Where is he?”

“He dropped out of sight after all that publicity when Alice struck the deal with Max Clifford to sell her story to the tabloids. You must remember that one? Our Author even made a reference to it in his poem about her marrying one of the guards at Buckingham Palace. ‘Christopher Robin went down with Alice’ is a total giveaway, in my opinion.

I do not blame Alice, of course. It must have been a bit of a Blow when CR broke up her marriage by going off with the guardsman  instead of her.“

“And Eeyore?”

“You will not believe this one. I do not know if you ever noticed it but he tended to be slightly Negative about Things. He got a bit of a Reputation for it. About four years ago, he reached the final of the ‘Most Depressed Character in a Work of Fiction’. Off he trotted to the Awards Ceremony, only to come second to Marvin the Paranoid Android.

On his way back through the Forest, who should he come across but Titania? She had finally Split from Oberon because of his obsessive jealousy. She has always had this Thing for ‘Creatures of the Donkey Persuasion’. They were married within the month and he’s never been less miserable.”

“I suppose that I should do the Decent Thing and have a word or forty two with Wol. Is he about?”

“You’ll see him later on. We can only have the Venue until 10.30 and we have to be out by 11. I have booked him as the Cabaret and he’s due on at 10.45. to tell us something Extremely Wise at Very Great Length. I think that we should have the place clear in five minutes, at the very most.”

“Rabbit, I have to ask. How is Pooh?”

“In all honesty, Piglet, he is really looking forward to seeing you. He never talks about it, but I always wonder what Happened between the two of you?”

“I gave him the best years of my life, Rabbit, and he threw them away like a discarded Pooh stick. I blame Walt Disney and all that Hollywood Hype. They took him over to California and they turned his head. He was an early Colin Firth, when you think about it.

You were there in the golden Age of the Original Works of Our Author. You remember when Pooh was wedged in your front door and CR had to read him  a ‘Sustaining Book, such as would help a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness’ until he slimmed down.

All the fans remember these days is that bloody gopher who was brought in to replace me for the American market and his nonsense about using Explotive Substances to free Pooh. Our Author must be spinning in his grave, even if his Descendants are still raking in the Royalties.”

“Piglet, Pooh knows that he was wrong to drop you. He’s desperate to make it up to you. Come and meet him?”

“Silly old Pooh! Lead me to him.”