Oh dear Oh well

Looks like I'll be watching Liverpool v Chelsea on Tuesday night then.
I'm neutral but I sorta promised Reg I would favour Liverpool.Oh God
I can't believe I just said that. I'm Arsenal through and through.
Well Liverpool had better win now.......... Or Helga makes use of the chopper!!!

Oh Bless his socks and smelly trainers :-}

(That's a form of endearment by the way - not personal)
Oh poor old Reg. I shot him down in flames again. Anything submitted to publishers and Literary Agents has to be in double spacing and he's tearing his hair out. Not to worry though he just needs to submit to a different agent. Most of them are happy to take two pages if necessary. It just needs to be brief and to the point thats all.

However Reg and I are working on a blockbuster at the moment on www.strugglingauthors.co.uk Without them I would have been tearing my hair out and selling it to mobile hairdressers for wigs.
Digressing again...
The blockbuster - called Frank Delaney The Longest Journey (working title...maybe) started out as a bit of laugh with "whose line is it anyway". I started with a few lines then Reg does a few and then it's back to me and so on....
I set the scene on a beach anywhere in the world and at the time was considering a touristy holiday read and Reg suddenly twisted the tail and it turned into an Americanised Vietnamese P.O.W. camp style novel. All of a sudden we realised we had got a novel in the making and we're working closely on plots and sub plots.
Who knows which way it will turn as we are co writing it and our thoughts and writing patterns are completely different.
I am completely out of my depth, but when in wet cement you just have to run a bit faster right?
If you're into soaps - it certainly isn't.........

Margies Place

A couple o'me Irish poems as promised to that 'pool man!!!
Oh go on then just this once I'll root for them against Chelski. (If all our players had been fit though!!! mutter mutter)
"Margie's Place" is dedicated to my landlady in Avoca - or Ballykissangel as it was known on the TV series. Most of the crew and stars of the series stayed with Margie during the filming.
I was going through a particularly difficult time in my personal life when I flew to Ireland for a break. Margie was like a second mother to me. I also discovered that no one in Ireland locks anything at any time. The trust was wonderful and I fell into the habit.I have got irish roots of course in Southern Ireland.

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I flew into Dublin it's raining of course
I looked to the heavens to see the source.
But I didn't mind I came for some peace
For me it was a happy release.
To be welcomed by Margie with open arms
I knew I was home and felt so calm.
Each day was special just wandering in awe
At Irelands own without a chore.
Visitors came and visitors went
But I was the only one from kent.
I left my cat and neighbour's cockerel
Which crowed in the morn just 'cos he's got to
A surprise for me at four one morn
A tap on the window from my sleep I was torn.
A pheasant was asking to be fed
I just wanted to sleep in my bed.
Next door to me was a haunted tower
With spooks and ghosts that walked any hour.
All too soon my last night arrived
Releived to find I had actually survived.
An early meal to put things right
I then settled in for the night.
At two in the morning I felt myself yawning
Something had disturbed me but what could it be.
Lights from a car, it was the visiting Greek.
He'd lost his key so I sneaked a peep.
I returned to my bed and settled my head
Thanked God for no pain and slept again.
At three in the morning without any warning
The door handle turned and gave a squeak
Worried and concerned I chanced a peek.
'Twas a woman in the buff, she looked pretty rough.
Oh for the Greek I'd have pulled back the sheet
Kept him 'til dawning and confessed in the morning.
A time to remember from now to December.
Thank you Margie for the fun and laughter
Something I'll remember 'til forever after.
For letting me loose with all your plants
I'm sure you thought "my sainted aunts!"
For teaching me wherever I roam
Things like "It's your granny's home."
I shall remember it all like no other
But I will never forget........I'm not your mother!!

c./tkg 18/07/01

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Avoca My Love

As I sit in the hills caressed by the trees I look down on

Avoca my love

With crocks of gold and legends of old for this is

Avoca my love

Through the mists of the morn before day is born I still see

Avoca my love

Serenity and peace are holding me still in Avoca

Avoca my love

Where the waters meet they laugh and sing your one with

Avoca my love

The breeze in the trees whispers gently don't leave Avoca

Avoca my love

For embedded in time are roots that are mine in Avoca

Avoca my love

With a breaking heart you call to me still, come back to

Avoca my love

Although we're apart I leave you my heart 'til I'm back in

Avoca my love

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c/tkg/18/07/01

Can you believe it!!!!!!!!!

The 'pool against Arsenal ("The Champions"). We lost 4-2, even on aggregate. What can I say? The penalty? Don't go there!In fact best passed over I guess. Reg won't let me live it down. My guess Chelsea will beat the 'pool ( I can't stand Chelsea
:-) but The 'pool beat Arsenal so I have to support Chelsea. Right. Right?........we will see.)

I am now on rest days for four days Yeah and yippee. Sleep Sleep Sleep. Went to a Police conference yesterday and workshops. The Chief Constable of Kent decided to chat to me. In fact he came and sat beside me for a chat. Well I am a volunteer.

Then some more on Reg's and my novel on strugglingauthors.co.uk. (The plug is needed).
My friend came round earlier to pick up some furniture I had been storing for her. Well it went in through the front door but would it go out? Nah course not. We turned it on its side upside down sideways. What a larf and palaver. Finally, finally we got it out. Two psychics together and we still couldn't work it out. However - bit to the right "Mr. Shifter" bit to the left "Mr. Shifter" and it's gone. Thank the Lord. My lounge is back to normal. As normal is.
Right where's the see wind? (See Wind? Predictive text of course - you work it out)? No? Red Wine of course.

Here we are again then

Well that sez it all really.If I don't write something I will get a bollocking from Reg to do so PBQ.
I had a brilliant day today as I met the young lady who will be doing my illustrations for my book trilogy and updating my web site.
Kirsty Powell is her name she lives in Swanley in Kent and she will be going far mark my words. At the moment she is a student at Maidstone College in Kent.
I met her at Ashford International Station and we went up to the local bar cum resturant my colleagues and I use. Very quiet for a change it's usually banging out current music and it's a case of "breathe in i'm coming through". At least by the time I get in there at night its heaving. The bouncers fortunately only have the odd body to evacuate though. So it was quite nice to sit and have lunch with Kirsty and look at her sketches for the web page.
My expertise is in stick men. Hers is amazing - how wonderful to have that sort of artistic temperament.(Is that how you spell it?).
I admit I was spellbound. She has put into drawings the ideas from my head and I can't wait to see her work on my site. We're talking faeries and robins and magik (Yep right spelling for my work) and movements across the page and she is even going to re align my links etc. So what can I say.
Old shoulders with a young head I guess.
Reg of divisionofthedamned fame is still waiting to hear from the agent to see if his MS is accepted or not, whilst I have moved on from my agent who dropped me hot potato wise. Is this a face that looks bothered? NAH you get over it and move on. I am working with Struggling Authors now which is a web site set up to help published and unpublished authors. They have done more for me in four months than my agent has done in eleven months. It can be found easily enough at www.strugglingauthors.co.uk. + they also have the web site SLR Books which is worth taking a look at. Mostly because I have got an article printed on there.
They have promised me sales of my book and help with publication so who can ask more than that.
Reg and I are writing a novel on SA......he writes a bit and then it's my turn. A bit like "Who's Line Is it Anyway". it looks like it will be a good laugh cos neither of know where it's going.
BUT I get the feeling we are well matched with our sense of humour so we shall see.
Well it's after eleven and I have to be up early in the morning as I am helping to look after the grandaughter (10 months old yes you knew that didn't you I've told you before)so its up the wooden hill for me.
Ta ra