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Love's Young Dream

24/2/2017

"How r u x?"
"Gr8 x," she replied. She texted him a selfie.
"U l%k gr8 2 x," he said.
"Thx. Luv u," adding, "Snd a pictuR xx"
"N prob x."
Seeing the photo, she replied, "Kewl. luv u xxx."
"Wot R U doin? x" he wondered.
"Walking dwn d rd. U? x"
"Me 2," he said. "L%kin 4ward 2 CN U l8r xxx."
"Can't W8 x." Then she added, "DIS road's bsy x"
"Sos DIS 1 x."
Just then our two lovers collided, nearly dropping their mobiles.
"U ok? x," he texted.
"yS. U? x"
"yS. Luv u x."

Drama At The Glenfinnan Viaduct

21/2/2017

'The Jacobite' rattled across the Highland wilderness towards the dramatic Glenfinnan Viaduct. Excited travellers in the coaches thrilled to the the sounds and smells of the resurrected engine.

They might not have been quite so relaxed had they known of the drama taking place up ahead on the footplate. Old Archie, pressed into service as an extra fireman, had passed out.

"Lift him up, lift him up!" said Tam the driver to his regular fireman Bert. "Hold his head out of the cab!"

Sure enough, the vapour clouds revived Archie in no time.

"Never fails," Tam said. "Steam of consciousness."

The Story Collector

17/2/2017

Not about me, honest...

Although an avid collector, he was incapable of writing anything original of value himself. Instead he spent his days cutting-and-pasting the work of others onto a website he'd created especially for the purpose.

But without the skills to attract readers to his site, the stories lay unread and unloved. They wanted – needed, even – to be admired, but found themselves trapped in their literary prison.

It had to happen eventually. On February 17th, they finally rose together in anger, surging down his throat. Unable to breathe, he half-drowned, half-choked to a horrible death. Ks, Zs and Ws were particularly painful letters.

Happy Valentine

14/2/2017

What you're looking at there is a nice pink rose lying on that book, a rose especially for you. Like any old-style rose it's full of prickly thorns, but despite the temptation, I didn't put poison on any of them.

No, it's an old rose, so please feel free to take the rose up and smell its perfume. What will then happen is that the book– that innocent old book that's underneath it – will shut suddenly. It'll close suddenly enough to set off a detonator, which in turn will detonate an explosive charge, small but strong enough.

Happy Valentine...

Say Goodbye To My Family If You Don't Hear From Me

10/2/2017

Loosely insprired by an incredible escape story from Down Under yesterday. Remarkably, the guy went back to finish digging the trench the following day.

This is tricky. But it could be worse, I could be dead.

Take stock. I was digging this garden trench. My digger started to tip over, I leapt out to push it upright but ended up face down in the mud with the roll-bar of the digger on my back. No one could hear my screams.

So I'm going to try using my hands to dig beneath me, then slide out myself out. The danger is that the ground will collapse and the digger will push me down into the mud. If you hear nothing more from me, I've drowned.

Announcement

3/2/2017

I regret to inform readers that it appears that my website has been the subject of a malicious cyber-attack. This has resulted in the deliberate posting of inaccurate, false or misleading information on our website.

Early indications are that this cyber-attack originated either in Russia, Eastern Europe, Daesh, North Korea, or in Iran. However we are also aware that Wikileaks or the Russian group Fancy Bears might also possibly be involved, or that other malevolent forces might wish to harm us.

In the meantime, please treat anything you read here with the utmost caution.

I apologise for any inconvenience caused.

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