Tidal Wave (August creative comp)

It was a great afternoon session. Pints after pint of Furstenberg’s were going down the hatch in the lusty tavern that soaked with Teutonic testosterone. Boris was enjoying his lunchtime tipple and had held fast to one of his father’s dictums: Go to the loo only when it’s really due. The reasoning being, your first visit is a starter for ten. Everyone else had relieved themselves bar Boris when it was time to leave.

Some of the party made a detour into the bookmakers for a quick punt. Boris gambled on Leek Soup in the big race. It was a poor starter and the gelding pulled up lame as the basin that was Boris’s bladder began to gurgle. He willed away the notion to urinate as one pee will lead to another and he had no time for a flood as he had to go back to work in his office block. Continue reading “Tidal Wave (August creative comp)”

Message to Ferret, Bilby, Araminta, and You Know Who You Are …

The Boa’s Chariot competition staggers on …

1,000 words, more (but no more than 2,000) or less, in a story that contains a compromising situation. The following words should be included: “bats” and “pungent”.

Words or pictures in whatever form suits you.

Deadline midnight GMT (01.00 am BST) on 10 August 2010.

Sleepy Sunday

I have mentioned previously  Paulo, pig breeder extraordinaire, from whom I buy my porco preto and boar.  Well, this year Paulo is taking a break from pig breeding (much to my chagrin and, no doubt, to the considerable chagrin of his prize stud pig and possibly the sows as well) and has turned his formidable skills to the production of geese, turkeys and guinea fowl.

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What I did on my Holidays at Christmas 1981 -Part 3

The first few nights were spent in that kibbutz, high in the hills north of Jerusalem. Had it been in modern-day Italy, it would have been described as agriturismo. Whatever, we woke each morning, strolled down to the communal dining hall and enjoyed a superb breakfast. We sat wherever we could, totally mixed in with the kibbutz workers who were all, without exception,  a joy to talk to. Mainly Sabras and possibly a wee bit full of  pride in their nation (familiar territory for Jocks) but keen to talk to us and to hear about our country.

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Regular?

No not your bodily functions?
It’s no secret here that if you are looking for me I’ll be at my regular Coffee Shop for an hour every day sometime between 10:00am and 1:00pm.
It’s my hour off! I have my usual table, peace and quiet, a snack and attempt the DT crossword. (Yesterday when I walked in a young couple moved from ‘my’ table, unnecessary but nice, of course I thanked them!)
Suppliers and customers use it as a drop off point for mail, printing, pamphlets, stock items etc.
It’s my meeting place of choice, be it business or private if you need me you know where I am.
Imagine my surprise when Continue reading “Regular?”