Every day building site problems
November 2, 2016 8:43
Because of the cool temperate climate the UK is subjected to, most building sites are bitterly cold quagmires of mud, ice, and snow during winter, and suffocatingly hot dust bowels in summer. With all the heavy vehicles delivering tonnes of bricks, concrete blocks, cement, scaffolding on a daily basis, and the many other items needed in the construction of the average British brick dwelling, the ground soon becomes impassable.
To add to all of that, the typical site is constantly being dug up by JCB’s to lay services, while 360’s fill large trucks to reduce the amount of the spoil by groundworkers. And, telescopic forklifts continually bump out heavy packets of bricks, blocks and the like to the various teams of sub-contractors across the site each and every day.
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When Keith’s site just up the road from Garry’s was ready, I was transferred there to drive the telescopic. The…
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Improving the reputation of indies #wwwblogs #self-publishing #indieauthors
November 2, 2016 8:43
I was rather overwhelmed by the reaction to last week’s post regarding self-publishing and the snobbery that some have towards it. You can read the post here. The many comments made showed that, despite many stories of self-publishing success, some writers are still treated as if what they do isn’t ‘proper’ writing. Self-publishing obviously hasn’t shrugged off its reputation for poor writing and editing. Which is a shame, because there are some fabulous self-published books out there.
However, while I support self-published authors and do encourage readers everywhere not to have pre-conceived ideas, I will concede that there are self-published books out there that aren’t up to standard – as well as poorly written and poorly edited traditional and independently published books. The difference seems to be that if you are published by a publisher, however great or however bad, there is still kudos attached to that, whereas indie writers…
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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – The Bridge Tollar
November 2, 2016 8:42
Image thanks to Joy Pixley
It was the burden of history that weighed heavily upon the Bridge Tollar. It had seen its fair share of life and if truth be told it was just about feed up with the way history had treated it.
It was held responsible for the Barbarian hordes in the fifteenth century invading and pillaging the Castle Tollar. It lived a life of regret for it knew there would have been no pillaging and chances were the women of the castle might have stood a fighting chance against the barbarian hordes.
In the eighteenth century the duel between the white Prince Casper and his nemesis the black Prince Rupert had been fought up its good self. The bridge liked Casper and what a shame when Rupert’s shot sent him tumbling over the battlements in the icy river.
Life was such a disappointment. Now they wanted…
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Knickers
November 2, 2016 7:59
The below poem was inspired by a comment overheard by me while enjoying a drink in a pub last weekend (Saturday 29 October).
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“This beer tastes like lady’s knickers”, says an elderly man at a table.
Standing at the bar, I am scarcely able
To contain my laughter, and idly think
As I enjoy my drink
“what about a bra
And are
There knickers for the male kind?”
I find
In pubs much amusement
And bemusement.
“How would he know?”
Better not to go
There I think
As I sink
My drink.
“Lady’s Knickers” beer
Would taste most queer.
I shall be boring and stick to a well known brew
Although ‘tis true
I am curious to know.
But better not to go …
Finishing my second pint, I leave.
I perceive
This incident will stay with me.
I shall with glee
Write it down
Though it be
Nothing…
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Diário #1
November 2, 2016 7:51
Olhos vermelhos e olheiras como resultado de uma noite perturbada pelo inconsciente. Colocar uma roupa apresentável e trabalhar durante a tarde. Confesso que a ansiedade me pegou e o que mais esperava do dia, era a noite com ele. E como sempre, foi uma noite deliciosa e agradável, com direito a guloseimas e série. Momentos preciosos que guardo num cantinho especial do coração, que passo horas relembrando com carinho.
