29th June 2012

Hewritesnowthen was supposed to be my attempt at keeping an internet based record of my writing pursuits, following on from a course in Creative Writing.  On many levels I think I succeeded in this, however, somehow I failed to keep up the momentum.
Well, that was then and this is now; I have returned to this blog with a challenge, set by my class tutor.  The challenge is simply to write a page a day for two weeks (14 days).  There are no rules..well, except for the one just mentioned. It doesn't need to be about anything in particular, it just needs to be the equivalant of an A4 page: its not beyond my capabilities but it really will be a challenge.  Right then, less of the waffle and more of the syrup...mmm syrup!

So, to begin with I will label each post with the day's date, starting from today the 29th June 2012.

This morning, on the way to work I decided to listen to some of the comedy CD that British Stand Up comedian Michael J Dolan has released as a digital download.  I have to admit I have not yet bought the CD, or in fact paid for the digital download; what I have done initially, is to follow Michael on Soundcloud, with the intention of purchasing the digital download at a later date.  For those that aren't aware of his work, Michael J Dolan is an up and coming comedian on the British Stand up circuit, who took part in the BBC Radio 2 New Comedy Award last year.  In one part of his set he talks about his dislike of kids, in particular three kids of around 13 or 14 who had followed him home whilst pelting Maltesers at him.  As he puts it, he asked them in his best School teacher voice 'please knock it off', but they carried on. I had a similar experience when I was 14; a kid of 9 or 10 that lived at the opposite end of the street to me. For some unknown reason he would try and sare me into walking another way home in order to avoid him.  I was undeterred but, every night on my way home from school, would come out from his house and pursue me down the road, thus taking me further away from home.  This went on for some months, until, finally he and his family moved away.  That was a blessed relief.  Even now though I can't walk past the house without wanting to go in the opposite direction.
Although I was at work today, not a lot really happened. Saying that, one of my colleagues had a rather funny (if a little disgusting) story to tell; whilst at college, in the middle of a lecture, one of his fellow students sat behind him and proceeded to throw up on him.  This has never happened to me but I can only imagine the feeling; somewhere between the slow trickling of Trifle, and the wetness of vegetable soup. Tom, who, at just over 18 years old, has experienced some strange things in his short life.  He has the amazing ability of retelling his experiences with humour and no hint of annoyance. I have often told him how funny it would be for him to go on stage and recount the time he walked through a park, and had a bird empty its bowels into his mouth.  It was partly his own fault, if only he could look up without opening his mouth. I will be very interested to see if anything as awful and as funny as this happens to him.