She had peach coloured underwear on. Suspenders and all. She was a caricature and he knew it, but it didn’t matter. He liked her legs. She was very tall with long straight legs. It was how he liked his dancers. She was flat-chested, flat-bellied. Once, he’d given her a leotard to wear and had her in that with the gusset pulled aside. It had been powerful and good, but he’d felt sickened afterwards and never done it again. That night she’d been all the girls he’d ever seen and wanted but daren’t touch. And somehow it had contaminated his work so he hadn’t done it again.
08.27.2010
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Jonathan watched, spellbound. The music was thumping out, a jerky raunchy rhythm. Frank had his hands behind his head, watching himself in the mirror. He was grinding his hips, snake-like, like Elvis Presley and Gipsy Rose Lee in one. It was the most obscene thing Jonathan had ever seen.
08.12.2010
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He was fast, determined. He’d never taught anyone who understood so well before. He had to face facts: it wasn’t just that Delaney was exceptional, they had an exceptional rapport – almost mind-reading. Once or twice he’d caught Delaney watching him in the mirror – his face, not his body – and it was like he was reading his movements in his eyes. Word perfect with his body. It was uncanny.
07.25.2010
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Delaney has been running for around two months now. My viewing figures are dropping and, to my knowledge, no-one has ever bought a copy of DANNY because they’ve read Delaney. Or any other book I’ve ever given away. So I’m not. Giving it away. As it says on today’s tag line, I am able but [...]
07.21.2010
My typist and I recently fell out after a profitable and amicable 7 year relationship. Was this because of irreconcilable differences? No. It was because of niceness.
My typist had a grandson coming to stay over the summer, just as I asked her to proofread DANNY 3/1. She didn’t want to do this because her grandson [...]
07.20.2010
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Well, I duly went back to the I Write Like… site and ran random scenes from DANNY through the Magic 8 Ball. And this what it told me:
I write likeJack London
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
I write likeKurt Vonnegut
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your [...]
07.19.2010
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My thanks go to the Rt. Hon. Max Scratchmann who found this charming little toy while playing working on the internet.
I write likeWilliam Gibson
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
Apparently what it does – aside from inflating your ego with absolutely zero effort – is analyse your writing [...]
07.17.2010
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Delaney turned his back on him and walked away. He found the buffet table and got himself another drink. There were some odd little sandwiches there. He tried one; it tasted of oily fish. He peered inside – looked like salmon. He closed it again and ate it, helped himself to another. The wine was nice. A couple of the women were watching him curiously, wondering who he was, trying to fit him with Jonathan.
07.15.2010
Do YOU have amazing powers? Powers worthy of Heroes, Marvel Comics and Dr Who? Do this simple test at home…
Go to your TV, watch Gossip Girl. Do you see any fat people?
Now go to your window; look out your window. Do you see any fat people?
Congratulations! You have a unique power. You can see [...]
07.14.2010
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius [...]
