Poet on a Hill

Saturday, 13 February 2010

Actual Posting Date 25-02-2011

Chapter 4 of ‘The Under-manager’ has just been published on
http://www.scribd.com/poetonahill/shelf

Other Chapters will be published at approximately fortnightly intervals.

l

Friday, 12 February 2010

Actual Posting Date 21-02-2011

OK. We’ve just tried two seasonal winters. They’re crap, global warming was much better. Everyone back in the car and rev up.

I was stood at the garden gate, talking to my mate, when this bloke goes by with his cock in a biscuit box. I said, ‘Did you see that?’
     My mate said, ‘Ignore him. He’s fucking crackers.’

Thursday, 11 February 2010

Wpl

Actual Posting Date 12-02-2011

Just Released
Chapter Three of my novel The Under-manager, set in Scotland in 1998.
To read this and the previous chapters, go to:-

http://www.scribd.com/poetonahill/shelf

Other chapters will be released at approximately fortnightly intervals.

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This is a mad, mad land

A friend of ours delivers Meals on Wheels to the old and infirm. She drives a van, and she’s in and out like the Eddystone Lighthouse. A woman approaches her and says, ‘You are not wearing a seatbelt. I’m a council official. Either pay a £60 fine on the spot or attend a Highway Code Course, immediately.’ Our friend says, ‘I’m not paying £60. And I can’t attend a course, immediately, because I’m delivering food to people.’ The official says, ‘If you don’t go to the police station now, and attend a course, we’ll stop you from driving.’ Up against a brick-wall, our friend went to the police station.

And this is the maddest bit.

At the police station she had to wait in a massive queue of taxi drivers, van drivers, social workers and dozens of others who had been trying to do something useful before being grabbed by a jumped-up jobsworth and ordered to go on a worthless ‘course.’ Then, when she came out of the ‘course,’ there were dozens of other ‘real workers’ waiting to go in and waste their day.

Don’t anyone tell me we need these petty tyrants. Sack ‘em! Sack ‘em and sod ‘jobs for the boys and girls.’

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What’s the difference between iron man and iron woman?

Iron man is a superhero and iron woman is a simple instruction.

Wpl

Wednesday, 10 February 2010

Actual Posting Date 06-02-2011

Wpl

Two new poems have now been posted. ‘Beware the Shadows’ and ‘Caithness.’
Follow the link Snapshots of Life.

Wpl

My neighbour hired one of these Eastern European women-cleaners to give his house a spring-clean. It took her 5 hours to Hoover the living-room. Turns out she was a Slovac.

Wpl

Tommy got sent home from school again today. The teacher said to him; ‘If I give you £20 and you give £5 to Sue, £5 to Mary, and £5 to Jane, what have you got? ‘Three blowjobs and enough left over for a kebab was the wrong answer.

Wpl

Tuesday, 9 February 2010

Actual Posting Date 29-01-11

Just Released

Published on http://www.scribd.com/poetonahill
Chapter Two of my novel The Under-manager
set in Scotland in 1998
other chapters will be released at approximately fortnightly intervals

Monday, 8 February 2010

Actual posting date 23-01-2011  

                                           Announcement

                                    The Under-manager
                                             © Charlie Gregory

To date, I have not been able to find a publisher for this one.
So I have decided to serialise it on the internet.

The intention was to publish the chapters at fortnightly intervals on my ‘The Under-manager’ blog, but unfortunately the cut-and-paste facility gets corrupted on my website.

But all is not lost, I can cut-and-paste on my Scribd Site at
Scribd.com/Poetonahill so I will serialise it there.

Each time I publish a new chapter I will announce it here.

Chapter one has now been published on
Scribd.com/Poetonahill

Hope you enjoy it … Cheers Charlie

Sunday, 7 February 2010

Actual posting date 16-01-2011

This stupid woman in my satnav dumped me at the wrong destination the other day. I paid her back on the journey home though. I punched in a random postcode and laughed at her recalculating for an hour.