Nanowrimo Day Thirty

This is it. Final day. Final random paragraph of the day. I have far more to do but I'll keep some of it to myself for now. Let you know when it's finished and all that.

Here's ya paragraph then...

I wasn’t there for the selection process but Williams, Snitsky and Panto all attended the meeting. The two teams met officially for the first time and from what Snitsky said there wasn’t much aggression or tension in the air. The only words that could have indicated to the coming war between the two teams were exchanged between Ben Haim and Dupon. It was water under the bridge but Dempsey was always going to come up when it came to this match and when he did Dupon told Ben Haim he should have stopped Dempsey from playing.

The conversation was over before it began really. Ben Haim just accepted blame and then asked why Dupon hadn’t even been down to the pit to see Dempsey before the match. No answer. It was a storm in a teacup but it was there.

I'll be blogging more normally from now on again I hope. Laying down the law according to Edd, moaning about things I can't do anything about and howling into the wind to see if any other wolves are out there to howl back. 

Thanks for following me on this journey, popping in and seeing what I've been doing and not inundating me with comments about how bad I am at all this. Heh.

You never know, give me two months and you may even get to read it all rather than just the disjointed rantings of my digit, though you'll probably have to pay by then.

Thanks and live long and prosper.

Nanowrimo Day Twenty Seven

Too tired to do more than a thousand words today after work. So exhausted!

Here's a rough selection for you.

There are rumours that I was seen drinking with Draven later that night and that he punched me because I told him he could and that massive upshot in his popularity with the indie music scene was all due to something we fabricated. I like the idea of us spreading premeditated anarchy in Phelps’s little world just for hoots and that we knew we’d see some return but couldn't know how much. It’s a nice idea.

Of course there are many that claim that Clem and I stitched the whole thing up to increase both our ratings. This idea has merit, but I couldn't tell you it’s true. No, as much as I’d love to piss all over the idea that Clem and I are best buddies it makes sense that we both gained something from the encounter in terms of rating figures and press stories and that in turn helped our respective networks.

Saying that I think Clem Phelps is a dickhead and I quite like G. Draven’s sound.

That's it for today folks. Thanks for reading.

Music Monday: Working at it.

This week its five songs that I'll connect to jobs I've done in the past. It will be short as I'm tired but I hate missing this here thing so lets go shall we?


BLUE HOTEL by Chris Issak (Hotel nightmare)

I did more than a few months as a night porter for very little money and no respect. I hated it, though I love this song and the album is amazing so I'll try and garner some positive thoughts for that job by connecting it to a positive emotion.







MONEY FOR NOTHING by Dire Straits (Comet Hell)

I followed the advise of a friend and followed him into a job at Comet. It was a large store, there were lots of customers and I was the new guy on the Toaster Aisle. I hated trying to sell people bloody insurance for a toaster when all they wanted was to be left alone.

It sucked,I sucked, I lasted two weeks. Not for me.





CHAIN GANG by Sam Cooke (Building bump and grind)

Working on a building site can be very hard physically. It can be a real pain when you're at the bottom of the ladder and there really isn't a way up unless you kiss a whole lot of arse or you can drive. I don't do either.

For all the aches, pains, frumps, shite days, pulled muscles and cut fingers I can say there are worse ways to earn ya pounds, just don't expect to earn many of them. Saying that I do enjoy hammering into a job, having to dig deep to complete the task and prove that for a little guy I can hang with the rest.






SIT DOWN by James (Cinema attendant)

I did three years as a cinema attendant and it wasn't shite, low paid but not shite. You probably have noticed that I haven't done anything massively skilled or well paid. That's ok, I don't mind, I just hope the next job pays better than all the rest.

The song? Seating people was one of those things we used to do and no, no-one ever wanted to sit next to someone they didn't know.





Finally we look to the future, what am I planning to do next eh? I wonder...what will the next song be? Hum...ok, I think you may have guessed it.





That's it for this week.

Thanks for popping in.

Nanowrimo Day Twenty Six

Yep, its been a stupidly long day on a building site but I vowed to crack some words out and that is what I did. They're probably all shite...even so they do count.

Yes they do! Stop arguing.

See I only do interviews very rarely and when I do you had better know two things; I won’t take people laughing at The Game and I won’t take people laughing about the crazies. Sadly that’s all these asshole’s ever want to talk about! I hoped this would be different and that Phelps had done his homework but just as I started to walk out Phelps broke into my full introduction.

‘Ladies, gentlemen, raise your weapons please...I mean your voices...FOR THE VOICE!’

I walked on and Williams still claims the first thing he did was bet Snitsky that the first thing I did was punch Phelps. He lost that bet as I walked up, offered Phelps my hand and then as he went to shake it I pulled it up and stroked my hair. Phelps laughed but I saw a look in his eye. I’d made him feel stupid and he didn't like it.

I suppose I'm going to get to the end of this month and you're all going to look round and go;

A/ I'm so glad he's stopped and 

B/ He really is awful at this writing thing.

I hope not but I wouldn't blame you on either account.

More tomorrow for you glutton's for punishment.

Nanowrimo Day Twenty Five

A day of very little action on the keyboard but I did get a few words down.

I learned a long time ago that they didn't give a fuck about me or the Game or even the Players that died for their entertainment, nope, they cared about circulation figures and how much they could charge for their advertising space. It was fair to say that I didn't judge them on how shallow they were, my hypocrisy only goes so far, but instead I despised them because they fuelled the extreme opposition to The Game’s attacks on me and my family. They claimed that I was completely unafraid of them, that I didn't believe that anyone would breach security around the people that I loved and that I thought they were pathetic. Of course they were right on some of these points but that didn't help me, not when the crazies scared the shit out me and I knew that if someone was determined enough they can get to anyone.

More tomorrow I hope.

Silent Sunday 2 : The outlaw Josie Lawrence

Silent Sunday Part 1

Nanowrimo Day Twenty Three

Fresh from the writing pit and still in need of much work but the deal is it comes here as a raw animal and I get to polish later...So here's some more.

She smiled and stepped up quickly and gave me a hug and I waited for that warm feeling to hit my chest but it didn't come. I hugged her back and we held each other but that explosion of emotion I was preparing for? It didn't come. I let go of her and said I was sorry for missing all those years and she told me it didn't matter and still it didn't come.

I’d love to tell you that it didn't bother me that we had missed so much time and that there was distance between us, but it did, that wasn't the problem though. I talked to her and we switched quickly to Game chat and found that she was a genuine fan of mine and that I was incredibly impressed with her skill and we got on like a house on fire but that was the problem in itself. That was our only connection.

It took me years to work out why that meeting was so devoid of tears and emotion about our shared past and I can now sadly accept that I had shunted her instantly into the status of ‘Player’ and that meant I had already put up all the barriers to make sure I could function in my job without being bias. She treated me like a legend of the game and talked about listening to me for all those great matches and it was clear she saw me as The Voice, not her father.

What drew us together and became the glue for our future relationship was also the thing that always kept us apart. 

More tomorrow..

Nanowrimo Day twenty Two (yesterday)

I broke the fifty k mark yesterday and chilled afterwards. It was a four thousand eight hundred kind of day and went remarkably well considering I felt the pressure to go through the tape by the close of play.

I covered several tough subjects and it flowed really well though I have to say there is a certain fear that comes from finishing a long session, knowing I was typing fast means there are a lot of typos and some of the sentences, paragraphs and even whole passages will need to sorted out more than when it comes slowly.

In the end the result is I've passed the test in terms of time and output, now I have to continue, reapply myself and get towards the end before looking back and fighting the real bastard that dogs me; quality and competency.

A regular question that I'm told haunts everyone is the real belief that writers believe their work isn't very good or 'not good enough'. Its a question of faith in themselves and their work and its something I feel the heat on badly when editing. I hope that this time round I find more to smile about than I have done when I've completed work before. In the end this is for release and I'm not backing down this time; it's no retreat, no surrender time.

If an agent or publisher doesn't want it then I'm backing myself and releasing anyway.

Here's a little bit of what I did yesterday.

It was after Dempsey died that things got really serious for me, the radical Game haters shot at me twice that year and missed both times, sent in a 'stabber' who did a pretty good job and another one that I took with my pistol before he could get his steel in me.

They broke into my house, bombed my car and believe it or not even killed my dog. I was just too good at sidestepping their attacks and I wish I’d been worse at it because as soon as they worked out I was an expert at ducking bullets they decided to go after people who were less effective at defending themselves.

More later today I hope.

Nanowrimo Day Twenty One

Here's some more straight from the fingers.

Rik and I busted our asses to make sure the world understood what had happened here as we began to understand it ourselves. The Sinner’s had come here not to entertain but to make a serious point; a battle can be won with lethal force in seconds but that is not what the game is about! I was hot to get the message across to the fans and the ghouls and anyone else that was listening.

I may do some more later if I'm lucky. It was a three grand day today so far. I'm pretty happy with that as it's brought me to the forty five thousand mark. 

All proceeding as planned Captain Neidar.

Nanowrimo Day 20

Its day twenty and it was, if I'm honest, not that successful. It's not that I got stuck or that I didn't have anything to write, it just came a bit slowly and I was easy to distract. I think I do better starting in the morning, working into the afternoon instead of starting after lunch. I'd love to think that's a lesson I'll take over to the next book :-)

So we have today's offering and I hope it isn't awful, I really don't know. I know everything I've posted up here needs work, hell, everything I do needs work right? Yep!

This thing was unplanned, unfortunate and unpleasant but it was also unbelievably successful. We named it ‘The Line In The Sand’ but it would come to be known as ‘The Reaping’ after the match and the press conference. Actually, about ten years later I was watching a quiz show and one of the questions was ‘The Game: What was the official name of the match that took place in 2052 between Santoro’s Sinner’s and The Colombian Circus.’ Some dude buzzed in and answered ‘The Reaping’ and the quiz hosted offered it across to the other team and I shouted at my T.V and complained bitterly about stupid fucking researchers!

When the other team answered ‘The Line In The Sand’ I stopped and realised my mistake. It’s weird but it does show you how much influence the media has over branding and your memories. The really funny thing is I was the one that gave it both its names.

Dickhead.

That's it for the day. See you tomorrow (if you're a glutton for punishment).

Music Monday : Animated Magic

This week I reached out into the universe and asked for suggestions (yes I do this every week and yes I get asked to do 'the sex one' and no, no I'm not doing the sex one) and I was given an animated mandate by @xWeen82x who just happens to be the fiance of one of my longest friends.

So this ones for all the crowd!



DARE By Stan Bush

Transformers came out when I was a nipper, I went to see it at the cinema in Romford and I can tell you it blew my tiny wee mind. How could they kill all the main characters in the first twenty minutes?! How could they make me like all the new crowd crowd so quickly?! How could they make my poor little frame take that much excitement?!

How?!

I can still watch this film with my kids. We all love it and one of the things I loved most was the massive eighties rock soundtrack! You think I'm here to hit you with 'You Got The Touch!'

Nope. This was specifically requested! Stan Bush...animated rock legend!






FRIEND LIKE ME by Robin Williams (he sings it man)

Well we have to go here! I love Aladdin, loved the whole film and god damn it I loved Gilbert Gottfried as Iago! Just the best Disney sidekick ever!

I won't go on, just dive in!





WALKING IN THE AIR by Declan Galbraith

Yep, we have all seen it and we've all enjoyed it I'm sure (I suppose if you don't like Christmas then you probably hate it) and here it is. This is a slightly different version but I thought it was worth a go.





IF WE HOLD ON TOGETHER by Diana Ross

I can't listen to this without getting all misty. Is it the ridiculous, childish, stupid connection I make between this and those little baby dinosaurs?! YES! I can't even take someone humming the damn thing without have a trembling lip.

Pathetic.

Here it is.





Obviously the last one I always try and have a bit of fun with, but seeing as this whole week has been a bit of fun I think I'll leave you with the one that got away!

YES! ITS STAN BUSH! HE'S BACK! I saw this video as a nipper on The wide awake club and I nearly pissed myself! OH MY GOD! THERE'S A TRANSFORMERS MOVIE (said my internal nutjob who then totally lost his shit and decided this was THE GREATEST SONG EVVVVVERRRR!)

Stan Bush...You got the touch!





If you come back next week we'll have something new and maybe something you haven't heard will be on here.

If Stan Bush becomes the driving force in your life for the next day or so then don't feel bad. I happens to the best of us...

Thanks for reading/listening.

Nanowrimo Day 19

Its day nineteen, there's no sign of fatigue, no sign of a finish line yet, no sign of running out of material and ideas and no sign of any sanity either. Its all going well but I know going back to the start is going to be a bummer as the editing process is going to be really long and really tough.

Word count is now at 40,070.

I looked across and Rik was having a bit of a moment; tears were clear on his cheeks and he looked pale and shocked. This was probably the time to reach out and hug him and fight through this tidal wave of emotion together, but seriously, that wasn't my way, never has been, never will be.

I slipped a hand over the gap between us and slapped the taste out of Rik’s mouth. He stood up and thrust his chest forward, fight filling his arms, adrenaline pumping into his system, making him bigger, stronger, more resilient, full of energy and a need to direct it.

‘That’s it Rik! That’s what we need!’ I said to him as we stood nose to nose.

More tomorrow folks.

Silent Sunday 2

Silent Sunday 1

Nanowrimo Day Sixteen (but a day late)

A day late but I promise I did it yesterday...

That year say a new team come to the league calling themselves ‘The Columbian Circus.’ These guys were well trained, South American players who were very fast, I mean damn they could move! I think most people were blown away by the sorts of weapons they chose, the kind of fights they got into, the kind of mad shit they pulled, from leaping off the roofs of small buildings onto the enemy below to charging their opponents down stairs knowing they’d both get creamed but assuming they’d come off better! You never knew what they were going to do and because they made sure they had double the amount of players everyone else did they had plenty of reserve players for the later stages of the season. 

More tonight I hope.

Thanks for reading.

Nanowrimo day fourteen

Wasn't that good a day in terms of general quality, just from scanning through pages I can see there is a lot of work to do on the 3,000 plus words I did but the structure is sound and the points I wanted to make and touch on are included so I shrug and accept that editing is going to be long and drawn out.

Anyway, here comes YESTERDAYS paragraph and I'll post another one up later.

The thing about Chant was that even those that didn't enjoy the graphic violence that was an inherent part of the game could still watch and be blown away by his skill and grace. When Chant went on a run you stopped whatever it was you were doing and you watched a human pinball spin through the battlefield. He was always moving, always changing direction and was always one pace away from cover. The amount of people that have emptied their weapons at him from distance and hit nothing is just ridiculous. Touched by Mercury there is no run he cannot complete.

There you go, hope I haven't made your eyes bleed and thank you for reading.

Nanowrimo Day Twelve

You know it makes sense to just read the passage bellow right?! Good skills!

‘Did you go crazy baiting?! Seriously?! After last night?! Jesus Voice that guy could have cut your head off or blown your brains out!’ Vic was pissed at me, really, really pissed!  I could see he was looking at Williams for some support but when Williams laughed and slapped his thigh Vic shock his fist at us, almost comically. ‘I cannot believe you! Rich you should be firing his ass for this and as for you?’ Vic took a threatening pace towards me and then flung his hands around as he stormed out of the door like an irate two year old. 

More tomorrow we hope.

Nanowrimo Day twelve

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Music Monday : The hero Edition

Right, this week its something easy because my brain is snowed under with writing and ideas and characters and stuff, so its a hero edition! Five songs from five different hero films from recent till far distant and hopefully we can get a few in that are slightly different...Lets see.

How to start? What does everyone want to be?


PARTYMAN By Prince

This is from the Keaton and Burton Batman and its one I saw in the cinema. Yep. I did that. I still think it holds up tough I am a big fan of Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson so perhaps its a weak spot?! I don't know but its a cool movie and it is a cool song.

Prince rocks.






HERO By Chad Kruegar and some other dudes.

This was the main song from Spiderman and though I do normally turn my nose up at Chad and 'Nicklecrack' I think this is a real superhero must. Its a great song for that genre and one I love.

Sorry to inflict Chad on you, but its a worthy cause.






BRING ME TO LIFE By Evanesence

A big hit and a great song, also happens to be from Daredevil, yes the Affleck one! Come on?! Okay, it wasn't great but I didn't think it was THAT bad. Ben is obviously a bit miscast but he does love the source material so I forgive him and suggest next time to step back and think rationally if he is the right choice.

However not brilliant the film may or may not be the album the song comes from is fabulous and the film used several of the songs. I picked this one because it fits the night.






THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGING By Bob Dylan

Watchmen was a brilliant film that was made by people that obviously love the source material. The intro was a masterpiece of storytelling and the credit scene breathtaking. I loved every damn second of it and Zack Snyder did an amazing job (Though I fear Superman won't go the same way).

No intro's needed really. Its a bloody classic.





We could only finish with this one! I need write nothing about this hero, you all know him so well!





If you have any suggestions as to other hero songs drop ya comment on and I'll have a look at running it another week.

Hope you enjoyed the selection and I look forward to hitting you with more tunes next week.

Cheers and thanks for reading.

Silent Sunday

Nanowrimo Day Eleven

I didn't get much time today but what I had to do was heavy. Tonight I said goodbye to one of the characters and though it wasn't a shock it was certainly something I wasn't really looking forward to.
So instead of a single paragraph I'll give you an unedited section tonight.

Something I'll have to clean over and over again later but feels right enough to walk away from till the end.

I shot a look sideways and know my energy needed to go somewhere, it had too, so I span, grabbed my cup and threw it as hard as I could at the far wall of the production booth; it exploded and as it did my chair followed it, clattering into the foot of the wall because it was a whole heap fucking heavier than the cup. Williams watched without moving as I followed that up with my phone, e-pad and even one of my shoes that I ripped off!

I swore, I cussed, I screamed the booth down in rage! This was my haven! This was where I didn't fuck up and yet I’d completely, totally and utterly fucked up! I was in a state of total panic and rage and Williams watched it all for five minutes. I shouted and stamped! I kicked the walls and I beat my fists against them until I left skin and bloody smears over them; till I was smothered in the sweat of the indefensibly guilty.

Williams watched and when I finally looked up I could see he had tears running down his cheeks. I watched him as he had watched me. The outpouring of emotion alien to us both in so many ways became another level of our bond. He didn't smash anything up, he didn't scream, he didn't even blame me, not once. He was shattered and through the cracks in his soul came the tears,  tears of regret from a man who knew what had really happened.

Thanks for reading.

Nanowrimo Day Ten

Yesterday I got nothing done, so I feel behind even though I'm not. Odd huh?! Well, here comes something from the first batch today.

Hit my 20,000 target but I want to finish the day several thousand ahead again, so a seconf session and probably a new deadline to hit will be posted up soon.

I worked through every difficulty in my life through the mic from that moment on, marriage falling apart? I went to work. Dude stabbed me in the leg? I went to work. Arsehole Killed my kid? I went to work. I went to work and it sometimes feels like I didn’t leave work at all for years. I may have left the building physically but I would patch to my computer from home and devour more stats, learn more about someone’s fighting style, study their training regime, check the match buys, try to visualise the coming conflict and just what I was going to say. The game was my life.


Thanks for reading.

Nanowrimo Day Eight

Your paragraph for the day. Enjoy.

I looked around having finally run out of steam. The room was quiet. Johnson was doodling on his e-pad, Williams passed him his own pad and they looked at each other. I wasn’t sure how they were placed in the room so I looked further and the office guys were looking non-committal. P.R were staring a hole through me and so I went further, looking for a fucking friend, any friend, my eyes met Judd’s as he sat back, smiled and drew his finger across his throat.  I was done. 

That's your lot. Now back to work.

Cheers for popping in and sticking with me. 

Nanowrimo Day Seven

Today we have a short one but then, that's me everyday really ;-)

I walked through the crowd, my friends patting me on the shoulders as I went, others giving me the evil fucking eye. I was too much in a daze to smile sweetly and tell them to swivel, but I did note those negative faces for future reference, so when I had a spare hour I’d be able to track them down, buy them a coffee and explain to them the great truth of this business; ‘You have to fight your way to the top.’

There you go. More tomorrow I'm sure.

Thanks for reading.

Music Monday: Petal's singing again

This week we have a selection of five songs that Petal sings while wandering round the house, sneaking around the library, while she sits under the table cutting up magazines for pictures for her scrap book
.
Sometimes we only get small sections of the song, sometimes we get the whole damn thing over and over and over again.

Enjoy.

THAT'S NOT MY NAME by The Ting Tings

She loves this album and to be honest so do I. This one didn't stop going round and round for months. Lovely at first...




WHOLE NEW WORLD From Aladdin

This she can sing all over. So can I. Its on two of her favourite c.d's and obviously we must all be silent while it's on. DADDY! NO TALKING! WHOLE NEW WORLD!






NEXT TO ME by Emeli Sande

Petal, bless her, only knows the chorus to this and so do all of us. Of yes, we know this one! Poor Petal was driving Sauruas up the wall with this and to be honest it was pretty funny. Gladly she has stopped now.





TO FRANCE by Mike Oldfield feat Maggie Reilly

I love Mike Oldfield and I happened to buy a 'best of' recently and played it and played it and played it. She loves this song! We sit, singing it badly together in the kitchen, me with my tea and she with her marshmallows. God I love those moments :-)





MAGGIE AND THE FEROCIOUS BEAST  (BOX SONG) By A Little person

This is the song, the song she sings pretty much all day and its from a cute cartoon called Maggie and the Ferocious Beast. Now I could give you a clip from the cartoon but instead I've found this incredibly cute video that isn't Petal but really really could be.

I hope the original person that posted this up doesn't mind me using it but I have to. Its perfect.

Sit back and enjoy.






Petal will grow up and change and maybe I'll be able to look back and remember a few of these songs and smile. Maybe she will too.

Love ya darlin.

More next week, as per usual if you have any suggestions then just comment and I'll see if I can whip up five songs to suit the subject.

Nanowrimo Day Five

Yep, two thousand words by 12 P.M and it's now lunch time so here's something from the morning.

The security guard was right behind him now and I wanted so badly for this guy’s head to explode, a bullet to slapped into the back of his skull, push through the brain and burst out of his eye socket that I could feel his blood splatter on my face already. I wanted him dead because of what he represented to me; the men that kidnapped and murdered my son, slashed my second ex wife’s face and made me into the three A.M shell sitting by this terminal, writing this fucking book. I wanted him dead because he wanted me dead and maybe if I got really lucky he’d squeeze off a shot that would land high and we’d both go together?!

‘Now...Mr Spencer...put the gun down.’ I said it slowly and clearly and he did just as I asked. He dropped the gun and his life was his own again.

More tomorrow if you're really unlucky.

Nanowrimo Day Four

Day four's offering here. Selected pretty randomly. See below.

I met her in a bar a week after the event. I was in Texas preparing for the next event, I was in the hotel bar and I was drowning my sorrow to be honest. Life had kicked me in the balls so hard I felt that every bone in my body was shattered. Wife three was on her way out and had slammed my dick in the door as she went. Turned out she’d fucked Rik Tenor about a hundred times while I was away dealing with the kidnap shit and the funerals. 

There you go. More tomorrow I hope.

(Yes I know this means fuck all to you as these are only random selections but I'm finding it a good motivator so ta for still checking in)

Silent Sunday: Nanowrimo Fuel

Nanowrimo Day Three.

Here it is, a small one for no real reason other than it just leapt out at me.

My favourite story from that time was when we cruised into London for the traditional ‘Thames Thunder’ event. The underwater arena is one of my all time favourite arenas, what with the added danger of the flood rooms and external locks. It’s just a great place for a smart fighter to make their mark. 

More tomorrow if you're unlucky and I'm still sane. 

Ta for reading.

Nanorwrimo: Day two

Day two and here's some of today's offerings. Yes, well aware of its flawed nature and that it needs cleaning.

A snippet of the day is enough before I get back on with it though.

Dempsy was one of the greats and I should've gone a different way with my calls. Santoro forgiving me was perhaps more than I ever deserved when it was him I had blamed Dempsey’s death on. It was a shitty thing to do and I know there were so many people that could have stepped in before that night. I should have been one of them but I got caught up in the glory of the event and so just trusted in his prowess and grit. We all knew he was a fucking mess but we let him go out there with a bunch of rookies and get devoured before our very eyes.  It wasn’t a ‘Columbian Circus’ event but it came close.

There ya go. Job done.

Nanowrimo day one.

I have decided, on the spot, that everyday I'll slap a paragraph from what I'm writing here. Unedited and naked.

Try not to point and laugh but instead think; 'wow, that's going to be 'not awful' when he's finished polishing it for the twentieth time.'

Something like that anyway...Brave or stupid? I don't know but I'm doing it anyway.

'Sitting in the corner was the head of Vid development; Victor 

Snitsky. He was a guy who loved details. You would give him the perfect idea, I mean perfect, ‘nothing can better this’ you’d think and then Bam, he’d say one sentence and you’d know it was now better, or he’d ask one question and it would all fall apart. But this guy Vic? He was a giver! He’d try and make your idea work even if it was dead on the first question and he’d never make you feel stupid, Just unprepared.'

There you go. Tell me to stop if it gets to bad. Until you moan I'm gonna keep doing it.

See you tomorrow.