April 2010
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More adventures of Uncle Reggie
A brief biography for the website - http://tinyurl.com/34nvpkm
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Reginald Kenneth Merryweather was born in Bedford on April 14th 1912 to Josiah and Frances Merryweather. His father was a Methodist Minister, historian and noted butterfly expert. Throughout his childhood years, Reginald was a keen student of the sciences, and went on to graduate from Cambridge University. He began his...
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Quote of the day
“If- “all the world’s a stage”- who the hell’s in the audience?”
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Three Squaddies
part 1
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The doorbell rang. “That’ll be them then” Said Karl, and he jumped out of his chair and switched off the tv. “Alright Rob. How’s it going mate?” “Ah not so bad you know chief, not so bad” They exchanged laddish grins, lots of back slaps and cans of lager. “Sit yourself down”. Said Karl from the kitchen, and Rob wandered...
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Quote of the day
“I’d rather have a full bottle in front of me than a full frontal lobotomy”
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Quote of the day
“I have spent a lifetime perfecting the art of being mediocre”
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Quote of the day
“Trying never hurt anyone. Except the man that tried to jump between two very tall buildings”
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More adventures of Uncle Reggie
I am honored and privileged to have been chosen as scriptwriter for the new works by Reginald Merryweather (otherwise known as ‘Uncle Reggie’). I am his acting manager, personal assistant and good friend. Follow him at http://twitter.com/TheRealReginald
The following excerpt is the first part of a script for a yet to be recorded, full half hour long episode.
—- Hello children...
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Verses (or worses)
White Heat (Dec 1997) White heat is the light that exposes from within. Not from sun nor moon nor lamp. But a white heat from the heart. Like Jane Porter’s description of beauty, it is: “The soul shining through its crystal-line covering.” It is us. It is you. Running, but unable to hide, we’re caught by our own incandescence. Our thoughts, emotions, attitudes:...
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Verses (or worses)
The Pebble Skimmers. (1997)
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I stand at the edge of this great divide And skim pebbles clean over the ocean. I hear the first splash and see the stones path as it travels with all my emotion. But where it shall land and how it will sound I cannot begin to imagine I’m trying to learn, as ripples return the depth and effect of each casting. What value these stones, these imitation...
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Apartment Block (1)
Part 1, Bobby the sweetheart
The sun shone brightly between the tall brownstone buildings of 29th and 3rd that Monday morning. Jimmy DiAngelo sat on the front steps of his father’s shop and watched the street scene with all the detached indifference of any 8 year old. People were whistling. Greetings were exchanged; Paths were swept; Trash was being taken out. Business was being taken care...
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Verses (or worses)
The Ringing of the Mission Bells. (1997)
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In meadows green, flower’d fields unseen, where a lifetime once was if in dream. I’d lie me down with eyes of brown, and make a simple daisy crown. The song of birds; lowing cattle herds, the ripple of some gentle words. Your hand in mine- a lovers sign, the speaking of two hearts entwine. We’d laugh and play all summers day,...
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An epic adventure
Once there was the end.
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Electric dreams
Part 1. When new technology was made from wood.
—- Walking around any electrical retail outlet is not only an experience in consumerism, it is a glimpse at where we are as a culture. The new devices and gizmos on offer promise us a ‘new experience’ in entertainment, but are they simply changing or enhancing the way that we ‘receive’ these messages, or are they (as...
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Fuller's earth
part 2
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He sank his teeth firmly into the head of the baby. Its juices squelched around his mouth and his teeth made a slight squeaking sound as he chewed and savored its taste. It had been too long. Too many things had passed under his bridges to care any more and he didn’t care about the consequences of his actions. He’d had to deal with seven shades of shit in a...
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Fuller's earth
(part one)
—- Declan stared out of the window and dutifully munched on his toast and sardines. “Can I go out and play on mi bike after, mam?”. He asked. “When you’ve finished your tea”. He resented the way that his chair faced the garden, when his father could see not only into the kitchen but also the whole of the dining room, which also meant the...
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With deepest thanks to David Allen
One of the grestest comedians of all time has to be Ireland’s: David Allen. -
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Allen_%28comedian%29
He was the defining factor, in my thirteenth year, to not only- question everything, but also to explore the ‘absurd’.
The preceeding essay: “The Last Man Standing” was a tribute, a re-telling if you like of a David Allen...
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Last man standing
Sunset over Manhattan had never looked so beautiful, and John felt a searing pain in his heart that he had nobody to share it with. Not least his father, long gone, who had first brought him here many years before. He wiped the late summer sweat from his tired forehead, as the engine ticked over and he took a gulp from his bottle of water, checked his watch and drove on. The view from the...
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How to write a 'pulp fiction' book
Cynics and enthusiasts alike always say “there’s a book in every one of us” and maybe they’re right. However, getting it out of the grey matter and into black and white is a whole other skill. One which many never bother to explore. I wonder just how many great novels have been lost this way.
Some can do it instinctively: “During the rainy summer of 1816, the...
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Elvis Presley killed jazz
Every so often, popular music culture undergoes a ‘sea change’. It seems to occur every ten years or so, and usually about half way through each decade. Arbitrarily speaking, It happened in 1977 when the Sex Pistols broke onto the scene with their snarling three chord, stripped down anthems of disaffected youth. It happened in 1967 when America embraced The Beatles, LSD, San Fransisco...
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The power of epoxy
This weekend I have started work on tackling the rusty holes around the base of the camper van and it is the first time I have ever used epoxy resin body filler. It’s a fascinating example of ‘home chemistry’ which is a mystery and a joy to work with. Simply by mixing a white paste with a tiny amount of red paste, a bizarre chemical reaction causes the resulting pink paste to...
