Sendraguy

But it won't always be like that. A year or so back I stepped off a train in Meridian. Some folks just wanted a smoke, I wanted to soak up that fabulous sunshine and take a pic ( attached) Bitterly cold here in the UK - tho' that's no big deal, so Mississippi seems another world!!

I enjoyed this and, in fact, didn't see the outcome you'd planned. Some nice touches. Just pointed out a few typos in bold. Cold and dreary Icy to the touch her voice drawn and eerie he pushed her too much He pushed and prodded forced her too far made her snap and leave him dead with that scar Silent and shy she was petite and weak that young girl quiet and meek His fetish was fulfilled with that slender young throat... that wanted desperately, a new crimson coat He pushed and tortured defiled and beat, to the mantra of "you deserve this my sweet" so often she heard this she often believed she was rotten disgusting, deserved it!! this thought would never leave Even when he'd stop she'd be constantly scarred by that fat ugly bastard... the pig made of lard But one night she flipped she knew not she would she barely believed that one day she could? He threw her to the bed, with a punch to face he tore at those "expensive" clothes the red satin and lace He said she was common a whore that she should dress the part Her asking for her knee high socks should have broke his heart The man was perverse... sadistic malicious he got a kick... he thought her begging quite delicious As he crawled up her body slamming hers to the bed taking from her... what she should save till she be wed As he forced his fat greasy body against hers, his tongue down her throat the beer and smoke, a putrid mixture, made her choke She snapped finally instinct raging as he penetrated what she would do was quite belated She reached in his pants strewn on the floor she took her instrument to make him do this no more The irony, as she held his own pocket knife she would use this to end his life As he moaned and grunted and slammed into her body she raised the blade and stabbed a shot (quit unshody?) He raised his head from her neck, and gasped for life, air, breath as he looked into her eyes... he saw nothing, no life only his death Lay there... blood running over her, her eyes blank her soul dead her whole body lank She was in shock, and to this day still is, her only words a faint cry of "why daddy why??"

So what do you think? Should we load Ricky Gervais, Simon Cowell and Piers Morgan into an airplane, fill it with a quarter of a tank of aviation fuel and send it over the Pacific? Or should Ricky try to establish that he was actually born in the US and run for President? Why do you Americans put up with these upstart Brits? Why tolerate the sneering, the snide remarks, the sarcasm? Do you secretly find it outrageous, but funny? Are you a little envious that, for whatever reason Gervais can, or appears to be able to get away with the things he says? Do you all secretly yearn to use the 'c' word with as much casual abandon as celebs use it in the UK? The thing is, so long as I can remember the public in the UK cannot get enough American culture, be it film, TV, news and products. And British celebs, actors and entertainers have famously striven ( however hard they may deny it ) to 'make it' in the States. Today, thanks in part to the internet, the American market is open to British acts as never before. And Ricky Gervais himself has been one of the beneficiaries.I didn't see the Golden Globes myself, just edited highlights. But it appears that Tom Hanks and Jim Allen are pissed. Should they be, or was it all just good fun? I'd like to hear your views.

Hi Sea, Loved 3 and posted a review. By one of those flukes of fate I was listening to Sch. the other day on the BBC's Radio 3, and it was an historic performance by Josef Suk, dating from the late 1930's. I knew about the violin solo of course but the presenters were raving about Suk's playing in particular and man, was it good. something else! So if you ever get the chance to check it out - maybe it's on Youtube - it's well worth hearing. Now I know what Connor's musical tastes are you cannot let him major in law!!

I think it's an excellent first effort. Using dance as a metaphor for life works well. And your descriptiion of the woodland scene was delightful. Don't be put off by checking and re-checking your script. I re-edit roughly 6-7 times. You'll be surprised what you spot, for example, 'Finally, our final project was announced. Deenerman told us that our final dances, You could lose two 'finals' by sub'ing 'At long last our closing project was announced.........final..... Very good effort. Do write more, Dave

Yeah, that's about right, 2002-4. It's really gruelling after a while and does nothing for the self-esteem. I met my partner through a dinner party with other friends, though he'd done the internet dating thing too, sign of our times I guess. Hope you get the power back: the way the world is now, with floods and things it could be lights out for all of us!! LOL

To Marzipan, and all the others who've replied, As far as dating goes I applaud your restraint and downright decency in the way you've conducted yourselves. I wish I could say the same for myself! Before my current relationship I was 'in the wilderness' for about a year, and in that time went on about 150-60 dates. That's to say 'hook ups', arranged on a well known gay social networking site! Do they count? Well, to cut a long story short, these 'dates' resulted in a shed-load of sex, many trips to the clinic and no true love, but I did develop a technique for dating survival and this is it, 1) Always make the first date a coffee, it's safe, and if someone's just looking for a quickie with you they'll bale, and 2) Have a contingency. I used to arrange meets near a mall or Tesco's so that if the date went bad, or there was a no show I could still do some shopping. You'd be surprised how even grocery shopping takes the sting out of being stood up! After each of my meets I'd complete a diary. There was nothing creepy about this, just a bit of fun and a chance to hone my writing skills. Boy am I glad I did; these reminisences, running now to many thousands of words, are a fabulous thing to look back on.

I know this is going to sound naive, but when will the governments of the world realise that something's going on here. And while scientists and politicians sit around arguing about whether climate change really exists, each and every one of us is shaking his head and thinking, either these disasters have always happened with the same ferocity and frequency but never got recorded, or, no they bloody didn't! I subscribe to the latter! My heart goes out to all the folk of Queensland, they're resourceful people and will overcome the disaster, but sooner or later there is going to have to be a global response and an agency to handle horrors like this in the future.

A woman after my own heart! I have a fondness for Tomatin ( near Inverness) but any will do, and after I've drunk my host's best malt I move on to the cooking whisky and glug it with Coke. LOL. Best of all, you can still taste it the following morning! ... In Scotland we use 'whisky' but I must admit the word looks funny, a bit odd. Having an 'e' in kind of makes the word look good on a label.

Do you put an ‘e’ in your whisky? Or do you leave it out? Maybe it tastes better. But, of course Scotch Whisky and Bourbon Whiskey are both correct spellings of what in Gaelic is Uisge Beatha, the water of life. And these two spellings are an easy way to remember how to pluralise nouns ending in y, of which there are many! Where the final y is preceded by a consonant, the y pluralises to ies. For example, whisky - whiskies, pony – ponies, duty – duties. And where the final y is preceded by a vowel, the y simply adds an s. For example, whiskey – whiskeys, monkey – monkeys, abbey – abbeys. And the one I always used to trip over, Money!!! though I admit 'moneys' looks a bit odd..... The English Language, eh!

A bit of light hearted whimsy about a vain knight who's obsessed with his abdominals! But now it's set to swing deadly serious. We're in Gospelville, Alabama and Sir Chasm's fellow knight Sir Cavity has arrived to bring his buddy back. But things have moved on. Fact is Chasm has met local boy Matt Thorner and is smitten by him, and it's mutual. So what can go wrong? Plenty. For the residents of this southern bible loving community don't yet know about the young gay lovers and the likelihood is they're not gonna like it! Gospelville's neighbourhood is a mix of devils and angels. On the good side is Miss Jessie Abelson, and on the bad Sheriff Jim Hayter. But where does Pastor Clay Sturgess stand? If you were born/lived or currently live in the Deep South and have experience of what it's like to grow up closeted in a small town I'd love to hear from you. I plan to keep this as balanced as I possibly can, and any comment would be greatly appreciated. If you don't want to post publicly I can be contacted directly on www. sendraguy@hotmail.com Thanks

LOL! You're very welcome. By the way my cat says hello too, he's called 'Cooper'...... Dave

It’s true, every dog has its day Or, the trouble with the possessive pronoun third person! In ancient times Spartan youths were flogged mercilessly in public to show how tough they were. If they flinched the crowd would mock them and the boys wanted to die of shame. As a child I attended an English Grammar School. If I ever mistook the personal pronoun for the contraction of ‘it is’ I was dragged from the seat by my hair, taken into the hall and beaten with sticks, tied to a railing outdoors and left in the freezing rain, repeating by rote ‘I must reverence the heritage of William Shakespeare and John Milton’ * I do, and so, with respect to them here we go.... It’s = ‘it is’, or ‘it has’ = verb contraction Its = of it, belonging to it = third person possessive pronoun Separate parts of speech. Try this, Its true, every dog has it’s day To me, that means, True of it, every dog has it is day ‘Get a life’ I hear you scream. ‘Who cares?’ I do, and I believe that either everything matters, or nothing does. I realise that, in their eagerness to post slabs of text some authors overlook the erroneous apostrophe; all the more reason for vigilance - Spellcheck will not pick it up! Here’s a failsafe way to avoid this mistake: If you mean to say ‘it is’ or ‘it has’ then try writing them out in full. All the other ‘its’ that can’t be read as ‘it is’ or ‘it has’ must be possessive pronouns. Of course, if your bag is writing in a patois that resembles Text/Rap with a smattering of Bumper Speak thrown in then it may not matter. But I think it should. Hate me by all means, shoot the messenger, I court no easy popularity, but please, PLEASE, for the sake of the English language - that glory of glories, without equal on planet earth- take care with the apostrophe! Hope this helps. Coming soon, how to pluralise nouns ending with ‘y’ * or Alfred, Lord Tennyson, if it was his birthday.

Kris Karton MD, is 49 and lives in the North West of England with his partner Gordon. He works for Canis Carcinoma UK, a local pharmaceutical company that develops drugs by - amongst other things - forcing dogs to smoke themselves to death. It’s Kris’s unhappy task to disembowel and analyse these poor creatures, but the Company pays him well, so that’s OK. Kris is a smart little fellow, wearing only the best clothes and always appearing turned out immaculately. His trademark is his John Lennon s

Well I'm hopeless at computers, but I'm sure the mods will think I just want to get my word count up!! LOL. I've tried taking the extra chapters out one at a time but that didn't work either. I may pay readers a reputation point for each word they delete....:-))