Monday, 15 January 2018

Round 3.


This room is cluttered.

In one corner too many chairs are piled, more than ever will be needed and they look like intruders.

In the opposite corner there are two hat stands pushed against a table, there is no place to hang a coat and certainly no need.

There are three people in the room, none of them have a coat and they already each have a chair.

One of the chairs has cables attached to it; it is a smart chair. You can control the screens from this chair, maybe.

There are two screens, but the people in the room have introduced a third. It is not needed but it is the only one that accesses sound; there are many cables, many many cables, but none provide sound.

But it’s ok – they are speaking in whispers and foreign languages. They understand part of what each of them says.

The rest is guesswork.

They are guessing about food and where to eat.

They speak about a restaurant that is hidden in the centre of a place that you can go to at night time - where nobody who goes in the daytime, ever returns.

As there is no need.

There is a guardian that will stop you entering unless you say specifically say that you are hungry.

You have to say this in his language.

You will not know what his language is until you speak to him and he will not understand you unless you know.

Only then will you be able to eat.

There is an alternative, in another place.

There you can eat beef, only beef.

The beef comes from a long way away, from Japan.

I think it comes on boats.

Devotees of an obscure religion massage the animals as they graze on the lush grass that grows on the boat.

This will be the happiest beef you will ever eat.

Though some might be seasick.

So, there is a choice.

Each choice comprises a risk.

Each choice is cluttered.

This room is cluttered.

Monday, 8 January 2018

Round 2.


The island is bigger than I expect and i will not have time to explore everything today, though I have looked at a map.

The map has been folded in half, so the southwest remains closed to my understanding.

Here next to the village, is the abandoned mine.

It is of course inhabited; it is only the mining that is no longer active, though even that is a mute point.

No longer is ore drawn from the ground; inside the building music and art thrive.

Access however, is difficult.

One needs to scramble and climb; the final step, if un-practiced, is precipitous. The welcome on the other hand, is warm and strong.

Outside the rusty rails of the mine’s once-train, twist to an abrupt finish at a mound of red earth.

Inside, the floor and walls create a homely wooden embrace; it is dusty but the sunbeams dance in that dust.

From the old mine you can return by the road that runs straight from one side of the island to the other.

Or you can take the path that leads to the cliffs on the northeast corner.

Here the remnants of ancient civilization reside; they are worth the visit but the journey will take three times as long.

It will also be spectacularly beautiful.

We shall return to the village as night falls.

And here we shall dine.

It too is on the map, though the map has been folded in half and the southwest of the Island remains a mystery.


Monday, 1 January 2018

Round 1.


My endeavours are modest - keeping you alive, keeping you well.

I do the best I can.

The challenge is huge sometimes, ‘well’ can mean so many things.

So many.

And sometimes I am confused.

But here, on this boat, everything is clearer.

The horizon is certain.

Don’t go.



Saturday, 30 December 2017

The Explanation in The Bitsnbobs Christmas Musical Advent Calendar Thingy 2017.

Ok, last day of the year tomorrow, are you packed?

I am, ready to go.

Flying off in the morning?

Mid-day, will you be ok without me?

I'll manage - remember, i have an idea for the New Year.

That's so, i think you said you were going to explain it a bit today.

That's right.

Go on then.

Ok. This blog started modestly.

It was a long time ago. One day I decided to make the thing a bit more serious and wondered what it should be.

A magazine perhaps?

Someone told you to monetize it.

I decided not to. Then I realised that I wanted it to be different.

Different to others?

Different to itself.

Innovation was the key.

I introduced a Sunday supplement.

One Christmas I did a film advent calendar.

You're not a film-maker.

Since then at Christmas there has been the Musical Advent Calendar (Thingy).

Prizes were introduced, because there had been a quiz. And there were prizes looking for a home.

So i have tried to make each year a bit different.

Sometimes - the colour of the border.

Or, what had been an occasional conversation, extended to a whole year!

Like this year!

Then because we had, it changed again.

There have been hidden pages, a story serialised within.

There have been unhidden pages with a story in series.

There have been extra pages.

And there has been stuff I have forgotten about that hopefully someone remembers.

Most of those were theme months.

The staff have doubled maybe tripled and there are unpaid imaginary employees all over the place between Scotland and Romania.

The archives have moved underground, onto a boat moored off an island, behind a waterfall and into boxes.

There has been a murder.

And a resurrection.

An answerphone was added where messages can be left if you know how.

And maybe if you don’t, especially if you don’t think you are leaving a message.

Lent has been observed.

Titles and content reversed.

Some posts were written backwards.

Or in reverse chronological order.

And some of it has just been weird. 

I agree!

So this year it has to change again.

The one or two readers need to be kept on their toes!

So this is it – a post ONLY once a week.

Why not?  After all we did three or four years of EVERY day.

Each post will be circular. More or less.

A year of rounds!

We will start, modestly.

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