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For full Chapters 1-2a see my blog or attachment; for an explanation of this dreadful story, see my first Blog Posting : The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.

In the previous episode‘ Dddwwchllyff carries on with his darn near silent reminiscences, “lengthening the chapter…”

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 2b

Growing up in Cardiff had not been easy for the young Dddwwchllyff, especially when his family all lived in Bangladesh. His Welsh mother, Diana, had insisted that the boy be educated in Wales. The young Dddwwchllyff had arrived at Cardiff with only a battered old suitcase and a Welsh Phrase book. On the long sea journey the batter around the outside of the luggage had provided his only substanence.

Horrah!
I am here at last. Well, in fact I have been HERE all along but I have now extended the hereness of my position into the realms of the Inter-World-Wide-Cyber-Net-Web!

Now what?

Oh yes, Tea!

For full Chapters 1-2a see my blog or attachment; for an explanation of this dreadful story, see my first Blog Posting : The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last episode: Fog. Welsh-Bangladeshi Elvis impersonator impersonator Ddwwchllyff and his chum Wolfcastle hear a buzzing noise...

Chapter 2a

"What is it?" Wolfcastle asked quizzically. Dddwwchllyff didn’t answer. Instead he deliberately placed his glass of Hamilton’s® gin and tonic on the SteinercroftTM grand piano, sighed and walked towards the hallway and the source of the disturbance.

"A visitor?" Dddwwchllyff said as he left the room.

This is the first episode: For the full chapter see my blog and for an explanation of this dreadful story, see my first Blog Posting : The Cardiff Grandma (British English for Gramma* WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
The Cardiff Grandma…
Chapter 1

Wolfcastle turned from the window abruptly, snapping his eyes away from the fog.

The fog. It seemed it had always been there.

When still a young man, he had become intimate with its ways - more than once it had saved his life. But now there were other matters to attend to.

"Who are the good guys in this mess?" he demanded. "We stood for something once." He didn’t elaborate.

I will be posting a chapter a day of a story a friend of mine in Wales and I are writing. Being stunned admirers of an author of very bad thrillers, we thought we couldn't write any better, but we weren't sure if we could do worse.
We started by taking turns but soon started adding things into each other's stuff to the tune of 61 veryshortchapters. We have decided to end it all, as soon as we get in one more joke.
It has obscure references to linguistics and Wales, and Luxumburg, which, like many other words, we haven't decided how to spell.
If this refreshing approach to writing appeals to anyone, I will be happy to start another story with anyone who'd like to give it a go.

Acoustic Live

I just sent out our club dates to Acoustic Live, an online and hard copy club listing for the tri state area. It’s free to be listed and for a small fee you can get a link to your web site.
www.acousticlive.com

The publisher is also very active with various tri state showcases. If you’re interested in more info contact me.

Also if anyone knows of similar listing add them to this blog.

Thanks Bill W

thirteen years of dementia and obsession have left a small part of blue.this uncle scam's practice voting facility is based on the idea that every time you reach into your pocket and take out your money, you are voting. are you tired of voting for the u.a.e. or china?
good concept wery simple.
all you have to do is find a patter that allows the targets to believe that by giving you money they are voting, for something that makes a difference. to themselves personally.
brow beat the hell out of em. seems the meaner , more sarcastic it is the more they pay. sweet talk the kids, they're the bread and butter, but eat the rich short hairs.

As much time as i spend on-line, and as much as i enjoy writing, you'd think i would have started blogging long ago. But no...this is my first foray into the world of the blog.

I guess my hesitance stems from a lack of desire to talk about myself, which makes it a real chore to promote myself!! How do people do it? How do you toot your own horn with enough verve to attract bookings, without becoming big-headed? Any answers out there??

is there a short line to why we art?
i have a short feud, never thought, but easily seen coming. spread a six foot 44 inch black face puppet, with two, three foot by 20 inch brightly colored puppets with microphones and arms that move, in front of a candy store. inviting the joining of voices in your favorite childhood song and singing dixie with the nannies. sheep in the cornfield after reaping, i was rakin it in. the mam's loved me the politicoes were cursing my sell out so there were times of cell phone to godd, cia listenig in and the christian right doing the transcriptions of each and every word. to pass along in the morning to dick chaney. blunderbus of

The Irish cuts I promised are now up on our website, mydadstruck.com, go to “band info” and there is a link “Irish Sounds”. Thank You Susan. I’ve also included a mp3 sample in this blog.