There was a zombie staring at me when I woke up this morning. It was a fleeting glimpse, a remnant of my dreamscape that lingered on the cusp of consciousness and dismissed in an instant. It was enough to see he was an ugly fella - bloodshot eyes, shredded lips coated in blood and spittle, …
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Giving Thanks # 3 & 4 – Sainsbury’s Cornish pasty
When Old Man Winter arrives, he blesses the UK with miserable grey skies, snow that other countries smirk at and sun so weak it forces you to debate whether to use your car side lights or full beam, sometimes even in the middle of the day. The British have been here a while now, and …
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Giving Thanks # 2 – Serenity
Whilst I love the world I inhabit I often find that it's just too damned noisy. If it's not the phone in my pocket, with its loud beep-beep constantly reminding me that Facebook, Twitter and other wonderfully important must-see-right-now updates, it's the other stuff that slowly seeps into my head and erodes my sense of …
Giving Thanks # 1 – My genes
In my recent post, My Zombie Christmas, I whined about how the flu virus made me feel like a zombie. There was some dark humour in there, but essentially it was a complaint about how much I detested feeling like crap. Boo-hoo, right? Poor Dave, feeling sorry for himself. Get over it man, it's just …
My Zombie Christmas
Rather than indulge in lovely Christmassy things - choccies, roast taters, nibbles, Bailey's over ice to name but a few, my body decided it ought to conduct some much-needed research into what it would feel like to become a zombie. As with a real zombie infection, I wasn't given a choice. Nice huh? Zombie Eve. …
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