6th Poetry Competition

Well I’m pleased and flattered, with the result of the 5th, especially as I managed to turn Stephen Hawking into Stephen Hawkin in the first one (you would not believe poetic license I suppose?).
For the next event I propose “A Parody” (not that many of the previous entries have not been inadvertently that), but this should be deliberate and should target some piece that is recognizably pompous, maudlin or melodramatic (or all three).
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I was impressed – well, it makes a change!

On Monday arvo, as I vigorously strode my daily anti-diabetic penance – well, no … as I strolled idly around my occasional gentle walk – well, possibly somewhere between the two, a flash of lightning pierced my left eye.   And again.   In fact every time I looked left and then right, the same flash of light shot around the left hand edge of my field of view.   Disconcerting, to say the least. Continue reading “I was impressed – well, it makes a change!”

What I Did on My First Day at University

I miss Janus.

In particular, I miss his posts on his particular hobby horse, the House of Windsor. Whilst I respect his right to have a bee in his bonnet about said Royal Family, I do not usually agree with a word of his superbly crafted diatribes on the subject. I personally believe that the Windsors are, in the main and on the whole, a Good Thing.

But, there does come a point when my worm has to turn and agree with our Viking Republican. Last week here in Jockland, we were subjected to wall to wall coverage of the fact that the Heir Presumptive and his Bride Pending had spent a day swanning around some small and insignificant pimple of a jumped-up village on the coastal backside of the Kingdom of Fife to celebrate 600 years of the University of St Andrews. Continue reading “What I Did on My First Day at University”

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.