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Haha I love the slip that peeps make thinking he's gone off to have a sex change. lol Cancer...... A modern evil. It not just kills, but leaves scars of all kinds across so many families, friends, relationships. You capture the essence of love and loyalty perfectly in this story Wayne. It was not until the boat that I really began to feel for Andy, to understand him more I guess. The way that empathy unfolds is really clever and well worked. I love that there is a reunion in the story, even if it does not point to a happy ending, but it was nice to know they were back together. A really interesting take on a night to remember. Well done bud, I enjoyed that.

Put in your shoes, I don't think I could have done what you did. To confront someone intent on harming someone so calmly or considerately... while it may not have been your intention, it certainly was the outcome. It must be pretty cool in some ways to think laterally like that so quickly. I wouldn't have figured that out so quickly. I can understand why it'd be a night to remember, and something that'd stay with me mentally forever. That is some story buddy. Having said that, I loved the descriptive text. I could almost feel the cold through your words, maybe because it's cold here right now, but you create such a vivid picture with your descriptions. Great writing and thanks for sharing a glympse into the world of W_L

Well that was erm...... interesting. A lesson in languages? Although don't ask me to pronounce some of that stuff. Jeeeeesh, or read it for that matter LOL So did it lead to a night to remember? I thought there were a couple of good ideas in that list.

Sometimes the normality of life can make things seem so mundane. How often have I muttered words similar to these to myself? Kind of like looking in the mirror. Well written Dolores, even if a somewhat frustrating feeling in the words.

What a lovely snapshot. I love the humour, the sense of adventure, playfulness. Like being a fly on the wall of an illicit conversation. Well done, this was really different, and very refreshing. I love it. xx

Thanks Wayne. Damian took a difficult journey and turned it around over time, with effort, and supported by a lot of love. Darkness can become happiness if we try. Thank you for reading buddy, and thanks for the comment. xx

The day the music became clear. What a wonderful and charming concept. Imagine that, being able to hear the pleasure of musical magic for the first time, and in a way that is orgasmic and climactic beyond anything you've ever known before. How powerful is that memory going to be forever? Stunning writing KC, and superb pace. Well done.

Awww JoAnn, I love getting your thoughts. You always make me feel good about myself. I'm glad it came across well, and you enjoyed reading. Thanks for being a loyal fan girl. Yettie Hugs to ya

Heya Mann. Wow, thanks. I am glad that the positive that came out of the darkness of this incident was the main theme you could take from the story. It was an important part of writing this for me. Thanks so much for reading big guy, and thanks even more for commenting. Huggles and stuff. xxx

Hi Stephen. Thanks so much for reading and I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Appreciate you taking the time to comment. Hope you enjoy the rest of the Antho as well. xxx

Wow so many entries. Awesome. Going to enjoy reading when I got the time.

Wow a Fishy of many talents. Oh boy I got a lot of work to be pushing your way! hehehe

We all wear masks. We all have issues with ourselves, things that we do not want the people on the other side of reality to know. And I believe the fear of rejection is probably the worst fear of them all. We don't want to feel the sting of it, we hide from it, we despise it. Yet it is a stark reality of love and relationships. Sometimes it is best to be bold, and at other times we have to be patient. Unfortunately in this circumstance only you can know what is right for you. You are a lovely guy, and I hope that your heart is not torn. That would be a shame. It is never easy to know what to say in these circumstances, I can only wish you well, and say I am here if you need to chat things through.

RJ has a wonderfully expressive tone in his work. I've long enjoyed his stuff, but had missed this one. Thanks for pointing it out JoAnn.

So spring officially starts on the 1st March ey? Someone needs to tell the weather gods this me finks! I had an early morning trip to make today, and woke up to a proper blanket of snow on the ground. Ok only half an inch thick, but thing is, that is enough in this country these days to make life really interesting. So we hope in the car and make our way down to the Mental Health Facility where mom's specialist is. It's her check up today. Rush hour traffic at 9 am in the morning. It is a trip that normally takes about 10-15 min. 45 min today, and we watched a Fire Engine go sideways around a round about. I did giggle at the expression on the passengers face as they slid past us. In that single 45 min trip I think I've seen every kind of season that mother nature can throw at us. Howling winds, snow flurries so thick you can't see very far ahead of you, brilliant sunshine, and pouring rain? Hello? What the hell is going on? It really does not take too much for there to be chaos on British roads, but I think today it was more that drivers were more bemused by the uncertain mix of weather, and sat in their warm cocoon's wondering what we were going to see next. These check ups that they carry out are not designed to be easy. Right, it is bad enough knowing that mom's got a serious mental issue, without having to go into a medical check up sat next to her, and have to contradict what she tells the specialist in her presence. It's pretty damn lousy as an experience. I mean the doc asks her if she's lost weight (incidentally she has, a lot) expecting her to answer to the affirmative. However an elderly person does really NOT want to admit that life and time are not on their side, so naturally she says no. Prompt the carer to answer that actually indeed she has lost weight since before Christmas, and explain the circumstances. All very well if the carer is a medical person or at least someone that's undergone some level of training. However in the UK they encourage family to take on this role, and therefore its you sitting there trying to explain. Question, "So how is your memory?" Well do you honestly expect mother to reply that she's seen a decline in her mental processing power since she last saw him. Hell she didn't even know where we were when we pulled up at the door you clown. "I'm fine thank you, no problems at all." Que the question to the carer, "Have you seen any decline?" Of course I bloody have, but this is my mother sat right next to me. I mean please, do I have to discuss her mental issues in front of her like this? She doesn't want to face the facts, and honestly I can't blame her one little bit, as I bloody don't enjoy facing them either. But to do it like this? I had never considered what it must be like to have to face these kind of things. Do we ever? For all they teach us in school, and uni and in life in general, no one has ever sat down and prepared me for any of this stuff! I wonder sometimes, if we shouldn't be thinking about equipping the next generation with the mental strength and preparedness to be able to cope with the trauma of coping with these very difficult situations. I mean heck we worry more about the end of the world than we do about the end of our loved one's lives, and we are more certain to loose a mom, dad, sister or brother, than we are to have a nuclear Armageddon reign down on us. Every day we hear of someone we know having to face the prospect of dealing with a family member coping with some serious illness. We all deal with this stuff differently, but surely there are some basic principals? Mom often asks me if she's a burden or if having to care for her bothers me. The answer is no it does not, but what really does bother me is that I've never had to be responsible for someone's health or life before. It scares the hell out of me when it comes to having to make decisions. What if I get it wrong? What is the right thing to do? This is my mother we are talking about. Parents have to do this every day of their lives. A friend of mine who is to become a dad for the first time soon recently said to me, you know Rob, having a kid is realising that every day from now on, you will live forever with your heart walking around outside your body, and knowing that you can't protect it from everything. How the hell do you do that? Respect to every single one of you that bring up a child. I don't think I could do it. I have learnt a lot about myself in recent years. I have learnt that as a person you find the strength from somewhere to step up and do the things you have to do. But it is not easy. Nothing we do prepares us for this, yet it is a fact of life we will all have to face at some point in our future. It just seems really odd to me that in all this time, it is the one thing that we never prepare for. That is how much we fear death. When I was younger, I used to say that I loved living so much I was a reckless maniac, and doubted I'd make it past 40. Well I am knocking on that door, and while I still am wild at heart, I have slowed down and matured a lot over time. Maybe I will make it beyond 40 after all, but one thing is for sure. I've learnt, seen and done a lot of things I never thought I'd have to do. I just wish I'd taken some time to better prepare and equip myself to deal with some of them. Thought for today - "Only put off until tomorrow, that which you are willing to die having left undone!" - Pablo Picasso Song for today - Souls by Taylor Ames

Thanks Sly.

Hey buddy. Wow what a proceedure. That sounds like an awful lot of prep work and stuff to have to endure. I am glad you are in good spirits. Positive mental attitude is always a good thing when in the white ward. Keep smiling and let us know how you go. Hugs and prayers for you and i've got all my fingers and even some of my toes crossed all goes well for you on Friday. Yettie xx

So it is Mother's Day here in the UK today. Ya know, every year we go through the motions, and say our thanks, but it takes time to understand what someone really is to us, and over time, we learn what it took to bring us up to who we are today. I am so damn lucky that I was really close to my folks. Not everyone got to enjoy the experience I have had, and that is a sad state of affairs. We are all different and have been through our different circumstances, it are these that make us who we are. I have learnt much in my time speaking and talking to others who had different life experiences. I am greatful for the family life I had, and right now, still lucky enough to be able to spend cherished time with my mom, so today I get to tell her how very much I love her. I chose to use words on paper today, and hope it is ok to share this with you. My mom is a special kind of woman. She’s very unassuming, humble and meek She’s everything you expect in a shining example. Patient, she’s had all the time I ever needed. Diligent, I’ve never had to go without clean clothes Dinner on the table, a clean room, a friendly smile. She’s faithful, always there when the chips are down. Loyal, she’d step into the ring for her kids if she had too When it came to family my mom knew we were her’s. Love without conditions, encouragement to be all we could. Never left alone, never forgotten to fend for ourselves When it came down to it, we knew we could always turn to mom. She does not understand our appreciation and adoration. She sees herself as just a normal woman; simply a mom as required Yet as I have grown, I’ve learnt not every mom was so great. Mom would go without to make sure I had. She would walk miles to be there when I performed at school To see her look proud of me only made me proud to be her son. In my selfish moments, she never turned against me. When I was wrong and did terrible things, I never feared losing her love She forgave seventy times seven, and a lot more beyond that. Never a birthday forgotten, never a day without a kind word. Christmas as a child meant Santa’s gift never failed to appear under the tree Yet truth be known, it was her that sort to hear the squeal of an excited child. Nights when I was ill, sat on my bed with a cloth to mop my brow. At my bedside through weeks spent in painful recovery in hospital I never knew till now how much she was there for me in every way. How can I not appreciate, cherish and love her dearly? Who would not look at a mother so committed to her children’s joy And not see a special woman, a perfect example of what a mom really is? Words are simply not adequate to say thank you. No measure of action I can take could ever truly express my gratitude Nothing I say will ever been seen through her eyes, in the way I see it. So I can only simply say, it is well; your job is done. You are my mother, a woman I am so immensely proud to know You are the mom I was blessed to be born too, the mom I love. Always I will know these things, and though you might not understand. You should know, your sacrifice, your love, your effort, your hard work Will never be forgotten, it will never be lost. Happy Mothers Day. To all you special woman out there, mothers that might understand these words I share, a very happy Mother's Day to you today. May you feel loved and very special as you are.

**mental note to self** Resist from offering to Beta for Fishy!

It is very possible Daddy, although I've been like this most of my adult life, and I don't loose a whole day too often.

Prone it seemed, or at least flat down on something. It is still dark, cold, the smell is overwhelming me, yet I am not able to discern what it is that I am detecting. Rotten maybe? That smell you get when the trash has been standing out on the sidewalk in the heat for too long. Or is it death I can smell? Is it a rotting corpse, something gone bad, very, very bad. Is it me? Can I smell me? Why on earth is this ugly scent filling my olfactory glands with such intense power, and am I wet? This c

The darkness of the night can hide all manner of activities, horrors, hurts, and nightmares. Damian comes too in a world he does not recognise and fights to put it all together. What....... When....... How......

Meh, sod that, I'm just gunna swim over to you now!

So it is the weekend. Really? When did this happen? Well it has been a pretty weird week for me, and as I am determined to get some writing done tonight, I decided to kick it off with some blogging first right. So here's some of the highlights of my week, Well, when I say it's been weird, it's really been rather strange. I am quite certain someone kidnapped my normal, sane and objective body and replaced with something that was just acting as me for a couple of days. Week started out learning that kids when they are very young cry lots. Bloomin heck. So boyo and his missus and their little one are staying with us while his dad is in recovery. Love having them here, and have had some really good laughs, some really strange cocktails, and yeah, I have discovered that kids, when they are teething, turn from wonderful little angles, into the loudest fricken alarm clocks I've ever heard. My determination of having the little one over for a few weeks..... When it comes to kids, I'll happily smile at them, make weird faces at them and talk like I never learnt English to illicit a smile, but then take them off and return when they are erm......... 12? I thought babies were meant to love their mommies! No chance in this case. Boyo is never to been seen without his little one clinging to him, either his leg, off his shoulders, giggling wildly while he spins her, or propped on his hip. Even when she is sleeping, she's quite in his arms, and moody anywhere else. It is almost as if she senses that she almost lost him and can't be away from him for a second, just in case. I kinda know how she feels. Then came the weird feeling right. Totally weak in the body, and the most irritating quiver down the right arm. It had a complete mind of its own. No shakes anywhere else, just in the right arm. I put it down to the replacement clone body the aliens used malfunctioning for some reason! Thursday was a really awesome day. I got to spend most of the day going through a range of new music for March, and one of the tracks from a Scandinavian DJ is called Yetti. Now this impressed me no end, and I've been instructed to share, so not sure if this will work, but I'll try anyway. https://soundcloud.com/tallboyjohnny/tallboy-johnny-the-yeti It is an EDM track, before Marky Mark the Mark goes on about my taste in music. I know he's going to berate me about it, so I'm telling it to him here in advance, shut up and just listen to it before I spank ya bum!!!! I was pleasantly surprised to discover that there are a few members on GA that are also into EDM and we have fun discussing tracks and tuneage and DJ's. Good to know someone appreciates good music **(ducks slap from Mark)** Today. OMG wtf happened to me today? So I think that the aliens returned me to planet earth today, without telling me I'd been away. I started the day early catching up with stuff I needed to get done from being down for a day during the week. Making meetings, doing emails. We did a debut single launch on Monday and since then my inbox has been overloaded with bloomin all sorts of stupid requests and stuff. Wow. Didn't know it would get this mad. But lots of fun.... Till 11am. Bank manager on Phone. - Mr Yettie, you were meant to be here at 10.30 am. Me - Mr Bank Manager, don't be daft man, I'll see you tomorrow. Bank Manaer! - No, no Mr Yettie, that was today, as in NOW. Me - (Literally). BOLLOCKS. It's Thursday man. What you been smoking? Bank Manager - *Coughs* I don't smoke Mr Yettie. It is Friday I assure you. Hard night last night? What the hell is he on? Suggesting I'm a drunk? Cheeky sod? It was earlier in the week I had a hangover! Erm although I think I did see him that day when I was doing some banking. **Cringes at the image that must have sent out.** Haha I swear this is not a Yettie's normal lifestyle. I put it down to the aliens! That is my story and I am sticking to it. On a lighter note, thanks to everyone for the get well messages. You are lovely people. Got to say, listening to music this week, what a stunningly beautiful voice has Josh Groban got? **Swoons** Hugs to you all, hope you are ready for a fabulous weekend. Smile lots, your worth it, and hey, if your gunna have fun, have bloody good fun now, alright? Yettie's Orders! Thought for today - "In the end it is not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away!" - Shing Xiong Song for today - Brave by Josh Groban

Ok so you lot the big question.... Is it really worth the money, and do you have to spend more on it to grow bigger?