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Start Marshal He keeps his spine straight, his hefty steel toe capped boots planted firm. His hands behind his back. Won’t be long now This is discipline. It’s routine, his routine and the only bloody thing that stop him thinking too much. He learned long ago not to look riders in the eye. That’s too…
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Racer He lowers the visor a little too fast till it clicks shut. His eyes mist over and his breath fogs the inside, quick and shallow, quick and shallow. He doesn’t want to be here. He can’t remember the last time he did but for a long time people have expected it. His team, his…
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Hi all, Firstly a huge apology for being quiet on here the last few months. I promise to make a change there. Secondly, thank you for the support you’ve shown. I’m going to do something a little different. I’ve been looking at micro fiction. The art of writing novels in super-tiny form, max 250 words…
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BLOG DAY 2 Day 2: Frank Gets to Scottishland If I had known what an adventure lay ahead, I might have wagged my tail clean off my butt. We left home, which is just north of Cambridge, on the evening of the 25th of August. I remember because it was the day after Dad’s birthday,…
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Day One: “The Night Before Scottishland” by Frank Dog Alright folks, lend me your ears and if you’ve got snacks, even better, but I cannot promise their safe return. My name is Frank, Frank Dog. I have many other names, some that I could share and others I cannot. I am small of paw, I…
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This morning, I stood in my kitchen for 20 minutes, completely paralysed by a rogue coffee pod. Let me explain. We have one of those upright, spinny coffee pod holders, you know the ones that make you feel like you’re running a tiny café in your kitchen? It holds six vertical stacks of 10 x…
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My Favourite Book: The Old Man and the Sea There’s something about The Old Man and the Sea that that makes me make an annual pilgrimage to its pages. It’s the first book I read each year, the standard to challenge every book I read afterwards. It’s become a quiet ritual that sets the bar…
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A few weekends ago I had a whirlwind of a few days scattered with music, mates, motorways, and maybe one too many harmonica solos. Friday night – Big Country, Big Tunes, and a broken roadie. The weekend kicked off at The Roadmender in Northampton watching the mighty Big Country. A favourite of mine for years…
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There’s a photo of me from Ey Up Mi Duck taken by The Late Developer that feels like it was taken from the inside out. I’m mid-scream, guitar having 7 shades of crap knocked out of it, I’m completely unhinged in the best possible way. My eyes are squeezed shut, mouth wide open, mid yell…
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Ey Up Mi Duck – 9th – 11th May 2025 There’s something special about rolling into a field with your gear, a bit of last year’s mud on your boots, safe in the knowledge that you’re about to be part of something truly intimate. That’s what Ey Up Mi Duck is to me, it’s…