Notorious soldiers wore black uniforms; separated fathers, mothers, children, brothers and sisters. They had no mercy. Prisoners interrogated; Bodies disappeared one by one; I was lucky : I had no feelings.
NaBloPoMo hugh??!!?Â Crazy name but great idea.Â Tomorrow is the official start of National Blog Posting Month.Â The bloggers who have signed up have made a pact to blog every day during November. It’s a great way for bloggers to exercise their blogging muscles and get into the habit of... Read More
Sean had a nice radio spot this after on BBC CWR to promote our short film Wildfire (which I hope you have had a chance to view and vote for). You can listen to Sean’s interview here: P.S. I haven’t quite mastered embedding podcast with wordpress, hence the hastily created... Read More
3 weeks ago we made a short film, called Wildfire, for the Daily Telegraph/Ford Mondeo Short Film Challenge. There is Â£10,000 at stake, so we really, really need your votes. You must act quickly because the voting is only open for 2 weeks starting yesterday. Of course there is something... Read More
We were young We were soldiers We were proud To be serving in the Forces that guarded Our way of life You taught us the Law And we learnt it well Our shaved heads Glistened in the sun Like a hundred sweaty peaches As we recited the Law: Sir! The... Read More
Every now and then I browse the magazine racks to see if something catches my eye.Â Today they fell upon the latest issue of the Avengers United.Â Flicking through the pages sent me back in time.Â I was twelve years old again sitting in my room wishing I could have... Read More
Today has flown in a flurry of tasks as I attempt to straddle two worlds. My normal disorganized chaotic self versus my attempt at being a techno-hip organized member of society. The fact that I have been drowning in a sea of papers, half-read books, magazines and unopened mail has... Read More
Imagine what it will feel like to be part ofâ€¦ â€˜Gambia 2008 – The Ultimate Personal Development and Contribution Experienceâ€™ (Proudly organised by UK registered Charity WYCE) Learning and growing massively as an individual whilst making a huge difference to the lives of people within the Gambian community where you... Read More
We had another fabulous night of poetry at the Pure and Good and Right open mic session.Â The guest poet was Simon Lee with a cameo appearance by Birmingham’s Young Poet Laureate, Matt Windle.Â I attempted to broadcast the event live on the Internet of which some of you may... Read More
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The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions. – Ellen Glasgow
I am Thoughts One small word Eight letters yet Everything I am Therefore,
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Itâ€™s strange to be one day in one country, wake up and be in another the next day. When I open my eyes in the dark, I could be anywhere. Ruth and I have come back to Lloret De Mar where we celebrated our honeymoon 14 years ago. When we... Read More
Another airport. At least this time itâ€™s for leisure. We are finally taking our belated anniversary trip, which we were both too busy to take in April. We are flying into Barcelona. The plan is to rent a car and then drive about two hours north to Lloret De Mar,... Read More
I fly to Spain in 2 hours.Â My travel companions are Ruth, Kerouac, and Auden. I have no agenda other than to get to Barcelona and see what happens.