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October | 2009 | Dave Hartley's Weblog
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Dave Hartley’s Weblog. Archive for October, 2009. October 23, 2009 @ 10:06 am. 183; { Uncategorized. One more for the road, ey, why not? A pint of Joint-Runner-Up Best Writing on a Blog Ale? Or just a Half? Also, I was at this blog awards thing the other night. Yes that’s a picture of me doing my reading. Don’t know who those other halfwits are. It was a good night full of fabulous literary delights from various talented bloggers. The big winner was Lost in Manchester. Well the only left for you to do de...
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January | 2009 | Dave Hartley's Weblog
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Dave Hartley’s Weblog. Archive for January, 2009. January 26, 2009 @ 10:36 pm. 183; { Uncategorized. A cat story this week because the Cats Protection League are running a ss writing competition and i might enter it. It might be this story or i might come up with another one if i can. While you have time to browse the internet check out my version of a flaming lips album cover at:. Http:/ www.facebook.com/profile.php? And remember to join the group: Lets Redo Classic Album Covers Using Microsoft Paint.
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March | 2009 | Dave Hartley's Weblog
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Dave Hartley’s Weblog. Archive for March, 2009. March 26, 2009 @ 11:38 pm. 183; { Uncategorized. The big toe story is up and has had a name change to. Took me bloody ages and i think its a bit cluncky (and perhaps a bit contradictory in places) but it has some nice concepts and philosophical bits to it. I also like the authenticity of reading hand-writing, especially in this day and age. March 20, 2009 @ 8:45 pm. 183; { Uncategorized. Go on, join twitter. one of these days i might be amusing. 8220;You wo...
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August | 2009 | Dave Hartley's Weblog
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Dave Hartley’s Weblog. Archive for August, 2009. August 17, 2009 @ 9:50 pm. 183; { Uncategorized. Story 48: ‘A Visitor’. Homage to a faithful friend. Favourite of the nine for many years, now shunned by flippant scientific technicalities. Its still there, oh boffins, you haven’t blown it out of the sky yet. In other news, getting excited about the Manchester Literature Festival yet? I”ll be the laughing stock whatever that means (giggling gravy? Things to do, things to do. August 11, 2009 @ 9:23 pm.
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3 Whoosh [guest author Muh-Muh-Muh-Michel Saint-Saëns] | MALCY SFONKSON PREZENTS
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His Fonky Chrissmalc Wishes. 3 Whoosh [guest author Muh-Muh-Muh-Michel Saint-Saëns]. Doub and Samantha overtake us with a theatrical Salut! And stroll ahead into the pitch-black car-park. I shout back, Cécile waves. We walk. I’m drunk on little bottles of blonde beer. Cold, too. Cécile had stashed her parka by the speakers in the Akwaba and now she looks snug as a bug, but I’m shivering. She crunches to a halt on the gravel. I need to tell you something. I feel quite scared and uncomfortable. Don’t worry...
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7 My Mouse [Jack, 7, County Durham] | MALCY SFONKSON PREZENTS
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His Fonky Chrissmalc Wishes. 7 My Mouse [Jack, 7, County Durham]. My mouse died. I thumbed morsels of old peach into her carcass and two days later she was furry and grey again. La mousey est morte! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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EXCLUSIVE: Fonky Wishes of the people! | MALCY SFONKSON PREZENTS
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His Fonky Chrissmalc Wishes. Laquo; Now YOU write a Wish. Imagine that! Who is Jurgen Strapp? And why is his Chrissmalc Wish so gosh darn fonky? EXCLUSIVE: Fonky Wishes of the people! This morning I received a greasy triangle of toast in my mail cauldron… expertly engraved through the medium of Sproutfest Hope an’ Joy was the 10th Fonky Chrissmalc Wish, ‘In The Asylum’. 8211; which I present TO. A few inches to the right of the screen —— ——-. This is the site’s first poem,. And the poem is a sex train.
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May | 2011 | Wufniks
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A mishegoss of shiny new words. Monthly Archives: May 2011. May 8, 2011. The bus came. Jim pulled away and their lips gave a final wet smack. He hopped onto the bus, his trainers making no sound, and left her staggering aboard behind him. He glided down the aisle and took a seat near the back, all eyes looking up as he passed. He must be queer, one whispered. The words bounced off the man’s hairy back and he made no movement, but Jim could see his glistening eye. You mental or what? The little man raised...
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2 Sadismo (Part 2) | MALCY SFONKSON PREZENTS
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His Fonky Chrissmalc Wishes. 2 Sadismo (Part 2). First of all, my mum. I wish… yep, I wish she was ‘ere with us. You want her transported from the office à la Star Trek or do you want history changed to make her arrive her at this moment? Oo, I’ll change history please, didn’t know I could do that. The bedroom door opened and in walks Mum. Oh Darren, lalala, what are you still doing in here. lalala? It’s so lovely and sunny outside, I decided to take the day off. Who’s that you’ve got there? All that see...
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9 Granday wi’Extra Cream (Part 2) | MALCY SFONKSON PREZENTS
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His Fonky Chrissmalc Wishes. 9 Granday wi’Extra Cream (Part 2). And came up behind him outside Fallowfield Collection Office. He may have been in his forties, but he were walkin like e were a 16 year old gangster in shoddy fuckin clothes. I ad a fair bit of momentum from the runnin an from be’ind the little cunt wanted rugby tacklin so a stooped over and carried on runnin, met im at the thighs OOF an hoisted im up n over on to the pavement. A’ve been gluggin is Starbucks fuckin bright. An a open ma mouth...