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Bob Clay
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It is my intention to go down the black pipe with a smile, and the immortal british two fingered salute to death.....
...you know what they say about good intentions, see ya in hell, where we will eternally read each other our blithe compositions ...
good stuff--in my humble opinion
Bob, I am very intrigued by this openening. I can tell you that if this was the first few paragraphs of the book, I would definately keep going. This has nothing to do with you, but knowing the quality of work you do, I would be destined to read i...
Gives a whole new meaning to the 'Immortal Game'. ... Bishop to E7 ... checkmate.
I think Death would be a really interesting guy to have a few drinks with. Maybe even a game of chess...
It is my intention to go down the black pipe with a smile, and the immortal british two fingered salute to death.....
can't promise though. .... :-?
Now Linda I didn't mean it like that ... (although if it's any compensation, their's also a program called 'Grumpy Old Women' ....(shit, I've done it again)).
:-}
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- About Me:
- errr...(where's that script ?) ..... ahhh ... found it.
I've scrubbed the Robert. When someone calls me that, they're inevitably trying to sell me something.
I like motorcycles, mountains, computers (even the one that persistently beats me at chess, I mean, I can always tell it 'My hands on the on/off button smartarse...).
Some favourite authors/books (like any list, this is incomplete):
Early Len Deighton (Ipcress File, Funeral in Berlin). In those days Deighton was the Chandler of the spy genre.
Alfred Bester (The Stars my Destination), possibly the greatest SciFi book ever written.
Frank Herbert (Dune) vies with the above for the title.
William Horwood (Duncton Wood) on a par with Tolkien.
Cormac McCarthy. Dark and brooding.
ahhh there's too many to list.....
I also like motorcycles (cough).
Then there's reading, films, books, samurai swords, pub chat and of course ... the beer that goes with it and walking, mile after mile where necessary.
Did I mention motorcycles ? .....
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The space shuttle Atlantis and Hubble telescope set against a truly mighty Sun.
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I suppose my mum being Irish has genetically implanted a liking for this music ... but it's so good I can't get my head around it.... I don't know of any instrument that can touch the soul quite like the uilleann pipes.
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The space shuttle Atlantis and Hubble telescope set against a truly mighty Sun.
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I suppose my mum being Irish has genetically implanted a liking for this music ... but it's so good I can't get my head around it.... I don't know of any instrument that can touch the soul quite like the uilleann pipes.
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Burning City
On the hundredth day of his walk, Kaylan awoke from a fitful sleep to see a burning city in the sky. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, thinking he might clear the leftover cobwebs of a dream, but the city still burned. He got up off the hard surface of the escarpment and stamped his feet against the cold, then he looked up. The city was still there.
It was thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of metres above him, an enormous rectangle with four great towers climbing up from each corner, not… Continue
It was thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of metres above him, an enormous rectangle with four great towers climbing up from each corner, not… Continue
Posted on November 15, 2009 at 4:47am — 2 Comments
No Future
“What future we do have ?” she asked, with eyes that you could fall into a thousand times over, and still leave room for a heaven, and a hell.
“We don't,” I told her, feeling my heart turn into a stone. “We're too different, for us there is only sadness and heartbreak.”
“Then I'll take it,” she said with voice that sounded like a distant cry of distress. “I will have no life without you.”
“I know, “ I answered as I leaned forward to kiss her, my canine teeth extending as my lips moved near to… Continue
“We don't,” I told her, feeling my heart turn into a stone. “We're too different, for us there is only sadness and heartbreak.”
“Then I'll take it,” she said with voice that sounded like a distant cry of distress. “I will have no life without you.”
“I know, “ I answered as I leaned forward to kiss her, my canine teeth extending as my lips moved near to… Continue
Posted on November 14, 2009 at 5:26pm — 2 Comments
Last Day
Deathbed.
Final thoughts.
Did I do anything ?
Does it matter ?
Fuck it, time's up.
Game over.
Final thoughts.
Did I do anything ?
Does it matter ?
Fuck it, time's up.
Game over.
Posted on November 13, 2009 at 5:57pm — 11 Comments
A Hell of a Way To Go
Chief Inspector Reficul Natas had spent three days investigating the murder, before he gathered all seven suspects into the drawing room of that old Tudor mansion buried out in one of those forgotten rural Oxfordshire backwaters that had somehow managed to fall off the map.
There was a young couple, an elderly couple, the compulsory teenage girl and a couple of grumpy old men, a fairly typical bunch for a mansion murder.
“This is a bit of a cliché isn't it Inspector, gathering us all in the dr… Continue
There was a young couple, an elderly couple, the compulsory teenage girl and a couple of grumpy old men, a fairly typical bunch for a mansion murder.
“This is a bit of a cliché isn't it Inspector, gathering us all in the dr… Continue
Posted on November 6, 2009 at 3:51pm — 5 Comments
November
November: where did all this bloody rain come from ?
November: the year is feeling its age, and creaking at the months.
November: the sun peers over the horizon for a quick look, is not impressed, and rolls back.
November: the Atlantic has turned into a giant railway with a train of stormy depressions trundling toward us.
November: the trees have lost their overcoats, which now lie on lawns and under hedges after their golden days of glory.
November: ah well ... at least it's Christmas next… Continue
November: the year is feeling its age, and creaking at the months.
November: the sun peers over the horizon for a quick look, is not impressed, and rolls back.
November: the Atlantic has turned into a giant railway with a train of stormy depressions trundling toward us.
November: the trees have lost their overcoats, which now lie on lawns and under hedges after their golden days of glory.
November: ah well ... at least it's Christmas next… Continue
Posted on November 4, 2009 at 4:00pm — 10 Comments
Comment Wall (30 comments)
- At 9:11pm on October 21, 2009,
Amy O. said… - Thanks Bob. :) I appreciate the comment.
- At 6:36pm on October 18, 2009,
Ann Mintz said… - All dog stories end unhappily,sooner or later.
And who was it who said that matter might turn out to be nothing but a local anomoly?
- At 2:03am on October 17, 2009,
KAWFEEEE! said… - Sorry for the one-mess-fits-all, but I got blisters on my fingers tryin' to get the latest word out to y'all so you can help me live in a manner to which I'd like to become accustomed.
Hot off the cyber press, 20 years in the making (gawd, I'm not a very prolific writer, am I?) I finally got it done.
...The Twain Shall Meet, by: yours truly
"If you're a Twain fan you'll love it. If not, you will be"
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/4837
And if you act now I'll include my gastrointestinal gourmet cookbook, absolutely free (if you don't already have it). but wait, there's more.... free weekend in Manila -- bring your own dinghy.
KAWFEEE
- At 12:48pm on October 5, 2009,
Jim Eigo said… - Thanks, Bob, for the comment and for the extra effort it took to reconstruct.
- At 4:14pm on October 3, 2009,
Jim Eigo said…
- Hey Bob--Yesterday you left a comment on my blog Olive Olive (a jimmysong). While I was reading it a few minutes ago, I thini I mistakenly deleted it! This was unintentional I assure you. If you have a copy of the comment, I would love you to send it again so I can read the whole thing. Thanks for reading.
- At 7:29am on September 30, 2009,
Peter McNiff said… - Many thanks for your comments on Railway Encounters. I used to stand on railway bridges to suck in the steam of passing trains. Sure beat glue sniffing.
- At 7:27pm on September 23, 2009,
alisa rynay haller said… - hey bob, good to see your face again on my friends list.
- At 8:24pm on September 16, 2009,
alisa rynay haller said…
- gentlemen gentlemen, there's enough of me to go around. So am i sending mud or whipped cream.
smooches
- At 6:59pm on September 16, 2009,
Edward Dean said… - Touche' Bob.
There is something about English irreverants that always seems to tickle my psyche. Gods forbid I was English in a past life because I would be organizing a rowing crew to paddle that little island in the sun down to the Mediterranean.
Shaskespeare, Newton and Darwin, non withstanding, where does the mindset come from?
I would love to read a book about the true English spirit. I don't think the world understands the Brits. I think there is a novel in this for you. If you write it, I only want my usual agency fee of 15% and an into to JK.
you have a gift my friend for metaphors and analogys. I would love to hear the voice of a crime reporter or Dick do the an English cronology.
Just some thoughts.
- At 5:14pm on September 16, 2009,
alisa rynay haller said…
- GO BOB GO. seriously, this is a bit ridiculous don't ya think? We've got a writer who writes about s&M, some about abortion clinics, I guess telling a tale about a person that can't right is TABOO.
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