June Blogathon

I’ve given this a lot of thought.

Young Masher‘s February Blogathon went very well (as one would expect).

The reviews were excellent:

  • A Stunning Triumph (The Times)
  • A Hit, A Palpable Hit (The Observer)
  • Cor, Look At The Tits On That (The Sun)
  • Blogger Sees Alien Spaceships On Mars (The Star)

Last June I dipped my toe in to the Blogathon water with the Music Challenge.

This year I would like to do something similar, but a little different.

Running through June once more, I will be aiming for a Film blogathon, but with a slight difference.

In the month of June I aim to watch, and comment on, ten films.

It’s that simple.

They won’t exclusively be first-run films, though some may be cinema viewings.

Some may be films seen on terrestrial, Amazon Prime, Netflix, or whatever.

They may be films I have seen before.

Or not.

There’s not even a guarantee that the films I blog about may be films I like!


Ten blog posts, over a month, on films I have seen in that month.

Easy, yes?

In that case, please feel free to join in.

On being ‘dahn sarf’

We have had a short break.

Dahn sarf.

Cornwall being about as ‘dahn sarf’ as it is possible to get in this highly entertaining country of ours.

Newquay was hot.

Not in a sexy way.

I got sunburn.

Also not in a sexy way.

Sainsbury’s, dahn sarf, sells a distinctive range of clothing

Wetsuits in Sainsbury's

Wetsuits in Sainsbury’s

We ate at the local chippy

Rick Stein's gaff

Rick Stein’s gaff

We saw some penguins having sexy time

Penguins doing rude things

Penguins doing rude things

And we saw the sun setting on the British Empire

Cornish sunset

Cornish sunset

This was the view from the hotel bar

Hotel view

Hotel view

It was a nice little battery charger.


It is 04.30 on Easter Sunday and Dandy and I are downstairs.

I’m not too sure why Dandy is (unless it’s because of his FOMO), but I am here because I have a cold.

It’s not manflu, it’s just a cold.

But the associated nasal flow means being horizontal right now is not exactly a great idea.

So I’m up.

With a bogroll on one side, and a loudly purring catten on the other.

*honks nose into strip of bogroll*

*Dandy looks unamused but continues​ to purr*

I’m thinking of playing with a new tech project.

Taking an old but reasonable spec laptop, wiping it, installing Linux, putting some Office-y apps on, and using that as my main home computer.

Pretty straightforward, except I can’t decide which flavour of Linux to go for.

The host operating systems in the datacentre, after a couple of shots of prototyping and a massive flirtation with Centos, were built with Debian.

KX Studio looks very interesting, but as you might guess from the name, it was developed for a different purpose, and not as an Office platform. Maybe KX Studio is a different project for the future?

Elementary Loki looks extremely slick, modern and, built on Ubuntu, LTS is not going to be an issue.

Or there’s the openSUSE operating system, which has everything I would need (but it looks just a bit dated).

There are many things to mull and consider, but it’s going to be an interesting little project.

Meanwhile I still have a cold, and Dandy has gone outside to stretch his legs, or whatever it is that young cattens do at this time of the morning.

Neighbours (a synopsis)

Early last month I posted an excerpt of a writing project that caught my imagination, in draft, while I was kicking a few ideas around during a writing binge.

That project is still running, but it has changed shape from the comedy it was intended to be.

While I develop that project in to the hard-hitting SciFi-based drama it is crying out to become, I want to work more on sketching out some funny bone writing.

So I’m going to have another go at the funnies but I want to ask if this concept might hit the humorous.

Working Title: Neighbours

Genre: Comedy


A leafy village in a rural shire. A cul-de-sac of large semi-detached houses. Two families next door to each other.

The Jones family (middle-aged, both work full-time). They are renovating the inside of their house, as such time around their professional lives allow.

The Smith family (middle-aged, he works full-time, she works 2-1/2 days per week). The Smith family have a dog which barks and howls non-stop when left in the house alone (which is at least 2-1/2 days per week, plus occasional ‘lone’ times at weekends and evenings). In addition to her part-time job, Mrs Smith does a couple of massage sessions most Saturdays, but doesn’t charge for her services.

Mr Jones has emailed Mrs Smith several times to politely complain about the non-stop barking when the Smith dog is left unattended. Three emails were sent over a particular six week period, while Mr Jones was recovering at home after a heart attack. No additional emails have been sent, as the situation appears to be beyond the control of the Smith family. A year later, the non-stop barking still happens whenever the dog is left alone.

Lately, Mrs Smith has started emailing Mr Jones to complain about the house renovation noises that occurred on a Saturday. The reason for the complaint is because this disturbance interfered with Mrs Smith’s ‘ambience’ during the two massage sessions she carried out on that Saturday.

Mrs Smith has included, in her email, the times of her massage appointments the following Saturday, and asked the Jones family for a lack of disturbance during those times.

Meanwhile the Smith’s dog continues to bark and howl, non-stop, 2-1/2 days a week, and occasional weekends and evenings.


That’s the basic premise of ‘Neighbours’.

I think there is a significant amount of comedy that could be built in to this scenario.

Do you think it has potential for a six-part TV sitcom?

New motor!

I have spent the day grappling with a new motorised, four-wheeled beast.

It’s a rear-wheel drive automatic.

And carries a massive engine delivering a huge 150cc.

I have a new lawnmower.

Or rather, I have a lawnmower.

A very expensive visit to the Nottingham store of Machine Mart yesterday led to a new member of the family.

A self-propelled Suffolk Punch.

So now, instead of Sam paying a guy £s every couple of weeks, we have entered the world of DIY lawnmowing.

I suppose I’ll need to buy a strimmer next?

If I get any good at it, maybe I should give up work and cut grass for a living?

When being quiet means being busy

It’s been a bunch of time since I last bothered this little corner of t’internet, but…

I have been busy.

I could list everything that’s been going on, but that would be dull.

Anyway, the real message is that I have hopefully turned a corner (or two) and should be on the cusp of being significantly not busier not busy.

This means that I will have more time for annoying people and, now the clocks have changed, annoying even more people.

And enjoying the ZX10-R, obv.

Speaking of the Ninja, she had her first annual service last weekend.

And, being a whole one year old, an insurance renewal.

My (still fully comp) premium has dropped significantly and, for good measure, I got cover for my leathers thrown in.

So that’s all bloody marvellous.

Oh yes, and I’m idly considering buying a horse.


When I woke at 3am there were no cattens in the bedroom, which made me feel deeply suspicious.

An hour later and one is sitting on my chest, holding me here.

I’m now suspicious of what the other three are up to while I’m being constrained by Dandy.

I want to write, but my laptop is in the car.

Besides, Dandy feels like he’s taken up residence for the duration.

How my life has changed, that cats now play such a large part.


Title: Undecided

Preface: First Words/Last Words

Muffled noise.

The seatbelt had done its job.

I was securely strapped to the driver’s seat, upside down.

I shook my head to try to shake the impact memory, the thuds, the bangs, and my head being jarred around.

The windscreen was crazed, but held itself in place.

Blood dripped from my face on to the car roof below.

I was still holding on to the steering wheel.

There was a thud outside.

‘Are you OK in there?’ asked a muffled voice.

I didn’t answer.

‘Hello?’ A little clearer.

The blood continued to drip upwards from my nose, and I realised my chest hurt.

She put her head through the open window on the driver’s side.

‘Are you… Jesus Christ!’

I tried to tell her that I wasn’t the Son of God, but my tongue wouldn’t work and I realised that the blood dripping from my nose was originating in my mouth.

There was a bang on the other side of the car, and someone said something I couldn’t hear.

The passenger window was kicked in.

She was still learning in through the driver’s window when a gloved hand reached in through the passenger’s window.

The hand held a gun.

The gun spat once, and her face disintegrated.

The gun spat again and I died quicker than I was already dying.