The cows were gathered in a corner of the lower field. dawn’s mist rose as we crossed the meadow, burly clouds jostled above us. There’ll be rain, my uncle said, his few words spent, like precious stones. The dew in the long grass soaked us, as the animals gathered for the long walk, their udders…Read more Nature’s Scheme
Half a million spectacles Packed up in a warehouse Bales of human hair Carefully categorised In length and colours Brushes for hair, nails and shoes mouthless gold teeth The bald truth Of state oppression Organised Co-ordinated An inventory of repression Change the place Change the time Uganda, Bosnia Cambodia, Rwanda Zimbabwe, Vietnam, Afghanistan Somalia, Libya,…Read more Hard Lesson
Ok, so satire might not be my high point, by your estimation, but it still tells a story like I want tell it; the gullible will devour what the illegitimate will tell them is tasty. A man with personal mental problems, qualified to look after mental health patients, killed a dog, butchered it and cooked…Read more commentary regarding the Immigrant turkey
Lucy, you’ve left me with no option, I had to reblog this. Excellent.
I get asked this a lot. It’s one of the common questions directed at writers by well-meaning friends and acquaintances, along with ‘What do you write about?’ and ‘Have you sold enough copies to retire yet?’ I’m sure there are authors who love any opportunity to talk about their esteemed tomes, but I can assure you that I am not one of them. The only time discussing a manuscript is anywhere near bearable is before a single word has been written. That is a magical, care-free time when your book is surely going to be the greatest literary achievement in all history. As soon as words start appearing on the page, there are several clearly defined states as to ‘how the book is coming along’.
Everything is great!
This state usually occurs quite early on, when a witty opening paragraph and masterful introduction of the main character has…
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just thought of something, no, gone.
Someone needs to tell the truth about the body count. May and Johnson are in the frame. There ought to be an INQUEST not a PUBLIC INQUIRY
This morning, Grime artist Saskilla told the BBC’s Victoria Derbyshire programme that he had been told personally by one of the firefighters at Grenfell Tower that around two hundred bodies had already been identified at the scene of the terrifying blaze. The presenter attempted to pour water on the figure, but the musician insisted it was what he was told in person by the firefighter.
Last night, music star Lily Allen was pulled from an appearance on the BBC’s Newsnight after making similar comments and accusing the government of trying to ‘micromanage people’s grieving’:
Ms Allen was pilloried in the media. The confirmed death toll has increased incrementally since the fire and today rose to thirty.
At the same time, multiple sources told the SKWAWKBOX that the government has placed a ‘D-notice’ (now properly named a ‘DSMA-notice’ and sometimes called a ‘DA Notice’) on the real number of deaths…
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