An oldy resurrected. H For those of you who have lived in Natal, South Africa, you will know how typical this is. They actually have a Curry Cook-off competition about June/July.  It takes up a major portion of a parking lot at the Royal Show in PMB. Judge #3 was an inexperienced food critic named... Continue Reading →

Advice to my boys

Something for my son's. These are my own opinion of course, of how to best handle yourself throughout life. Be definite in everything you do, even with chances Every man should know right from wrong, and accept the consequences of those actions for what they are Your children are more important than you. Whether you like them... Continue Reading →

Children & Animals

I just stumbled over this, it is obviously a first draft. I have absolutely no clue when I wrote it, or even writing it for that matter. Actually, I'm not entirely sure it is a finished piece, regardless, have a read and see what you think, then let me know if it is utter shite,... Continue Reading →

A woggle of witches

Today has been most unproductive as I have been looking after my wee lad, the wee'st of my bairns incidentally. Archer, for that is the name of the beastie, has been poorly throughout last night and the majority of today. These few lines require substantial work,I wrote it a year ago if memory serves correct; as such, I... Continue Reading →

Cry havoc!

Merde, merde, merde, merde!!!!!!!!!!! After scrubbing the laptop the other day, I have just discovered that whilst I backed everything up on the computer itself, google doc's, printed everything that required editing, and saved to multiple usb's, I have somehow lost between 15,000 and 20,000 words. Not only did I backup the wrong version of... Continue Reading →

Kung Fu Sing

A wee bit more from Bast. I don't like the way this part reads, so there is most likely another re-write on the horizon. The picture ↑ has The Kung Fu Sing embedded within. Hamish ♠ My name is Tilda, and I am a witch, just not your cliche’ woodcut defined witch, and I am definitely... Continue Reading →

Fat Cop

A bit more from 'Bast' and introducing Tilda. First draft stuff, and we all know what that means. The picture has the usual stuff within it. Regurgitator - Fat Cop. Hamish Ross Diary of a Upwardly Mobile Witch – Sponsored by Birkenpeasant. Witches Log - Day 37, Autumn, year of the Wormwood Distilling Success. Well,... Continue Reading →

Cheat local!

Hey there rabble rouser's. As a heads up, I am 20,000 words (approx.) into editing the 102,000 words (so far) of 'Bast'. The major issue I have encountered to date has been issue's with our printer, I believe it is currently inhabited by some satanic force conspiring against me. Another bit I am toying with... Continue Reading →

Death and Horses

and Death came knocking.......................... Hamish Death and I have had a long, and as time tends to render these things, personal relationship. ♠ When I say “Death”, I am actually alluding to the figure that is “Death”, as opposed to the act or state of “Death”.  The two are so completely different that to compare... Continue Reading →

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