David Hadley's Blog, page 9

How a Story Began

Think of this. Think of a moment that turns the day from one direction into another, thereby changing everything. A way of taking time, moving it from what could be to what might be. We all have those moments when our days change, sometimes in ways we do not notice at the time. We gos

Mr Careful

It was back in those olden days where men were men and women sighed, but not often enough in the ways that those men hoped. Still, though, many a man would mount his mighty war steed and after doing that thing with the manual choke so the engine didn’t flood, he’d ride off to dos

The Music of the Spheres

As we all know Tapioca Draingurgle shot to fame last year when her song Explaining Eigenvalues shot to the top of YouTube’s most coveted and hotly contested Mathematical Concepts Set to Song by Attractively Underdressed Young Ladies category. It easily beat the next song on the most watched list by over 1 000 000 downloads,s

Getting to the Point

It is hard sometimes. But this is not the correct forum to discuss that. Anyway, moving on… Actually, it isn’t that hard that often these days. But you don’t want to hear about that. As I was about to say… I suppose it is an age thing. After all, when it was young there wass

Making This Country Great Again

It doesn’t matter… not anymore. There was a time when this world seemed in need of saving. I knew I was the one who could save it. I was the one – the only one – who understood it like no other. I was the only one who saw through the mists and fogs thats

Sex Magyck

‘Where do you want it?’ Zena said. ‘What?’ Grent was distracted. This was always an awkward part of the course with his male students, but with a female… a young and very attractive woman, well…. ‘All this stuff, where shall I put it?’ It was only then Grent noticed Zena was holding a box ofs

No Inspiration

‘When do we start? After all there is a completely blank page waiting for us.’ Well, there was. Until you started. ‘What do you mean? You are the one doing the typing. You are the writer. I’m just a character.’ I was going to write something completely different, at least until you popped up ons

The Bonfire of the Estate Agents

As the smoke lazily eddies off into the evening twilight and the Little Frigging in the Wold Brownies begin to dismantle the still smouldering wicker man apparatus, we older villagers can look back on previous Estate Agent public immolations in comparison with this latest one. Old Feebletrousers and Grand Old Uncle Stagnant can remember verys

The Necessity of Pockets

It was pockets Freng missed the most. Back in the Sun Empire, you wore as many layers of clothing as you could, to protect against the rain and the cold. Each layer could have many pockets. For a man like Freng, who had so many secrets to keep, several pockets, many hidden deep between thes

One Day I’ll Get Around to It

Even then, it doesn’t always go to plan. Not that you’ve ever got around to making a plan. Of course, you’ve read all those self-help books promising to make you a better you, but you’ve never had the time to do anything they suggest, and that better you has always remained just over the horizons