A mad husband married to a woman who is so naïve she questions herself when he plans ridiculous schemes and makes daft suggestions.

Part one here.

The diary of Mildred Kelp. (http://sheffieldwriters.ath.cx/SFStoryArchive/1162244574.doc)

If it's fiction i loved it. If it's fact have you considered sending your husband to see a shrink ,i think he needs help.

Glad you liked it – thankfully it is fiction :)

Hi Seriessix & welcome to the Writers Forum. :wave:

That story had some nice surreal comic moments but the ending could do with some rework.

I was expecting it to reach a climax, either by the wife becoming exasperated and throwing him out, or by the house been blown up by one of his madcap inventions, but the story just petered out in a disappointing manner without really explaining why the husband was acting so strangely, or indeed why the wife was so bemusedly compliant.

Any chance of a chapter 2?

:) Welcome to the Group seriessix.....:thumbsup:

I liked the "diary" format. I really hope that you will entertain us with more of your outragiously funny diary writings, and please feel free to use this Section of the Sheffield Forum to expand your Diary and Letters in the fuller format.

I'm sure you will soon become a very popular contributor to the Writing Group.

Your writing style reminds me of Peter Cook's whimsical representation of "E.L. Whisty" some years ago. :)

More, more and more please!

Your writing style reminds me of Peter Cook's whimsical representation of "E.L. Whisty" some years ago. :)

It reminds me of a heavily concussed Tom Sharpe.

However, I must say I like nothing better than sitting in front of my monitor with a nice hot cup of tea and reading the seriessix meanderings thread on the forum – Its well worth a read, even taking into account the time it takes to cover the computer with polythene sheets.

However, I must say I like nothing better than sitting in front of my monitor with a nice hot cup of tea and reading the seriessix meanderings thread on the forum – Its well worth a read, even taking into account the time it takes to cover the computer with polythene sheets.

Glad to know it's not just me who avoids taking a piping hot brew to the computer as I look on to the "Meandering's" Thread.

Maybe seriessix can suggest a cheap source of polythene sheeting from one of the many people his/her mind recalls. :hihi:

Thanks for the kind words.

Mantaspook – I totally understand your comment concerning the ending, it is going to continue – I’ve updated the opening thread to indicate that:)

My husband has been working two part time jobs recently. He gets in at about one in the afternoon from one job and then heads off again about four thirty to the other. Yesterday afternoon I heard him unlocking the door and thought it would be fun if I surprised him, so I hid inside the cupboard in the living room. After he got in he called out for me, I sat in the dark cupboard and said nothing. Almost at that very moment a strange feeling came over me, I had deceived my husband, I had lied. I watched though the crack in the door as he took his coat off and sat down on the sofa to read the paper. I considered revealing myself but was afraid that it may give him too much of a fright. Time passed slowly, the longer I hid the bigger the deception was. I watched in silence as he turned the pages of the paper, I began to worry that he'd hear the sound of my breathing. After about an hour I began to feel very uncomfortable but dare not move in case he heard me.

After he'd finished the paper he switched on the TV, the sound allowed me to move a little and I managed to alleviate some of the stiffness in my legs. As he dozed I listened to the clock on the mantle piece tick. Did he know I was there? I had got quite cold by 3'o'clock and was also hungry, however I stayed stock still in the dark cupboard. An hour or so later he got up to prepare himself for work. He left the room to go upstairs but I thought I'd best wait till he left. At 4.20 he came back into the room to get his keys and coat, five minutes later he was gone. I carefully climbed out of the cupboard and closed it's doors and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

:hihi: :hihi: :hihi: :hihi:

Dearest lady....another classic....:hihi: :hihi: :hihi: :thumbsup:

My husband has been working two part time jobs recently. He gets in at about one in the afternoon from one job and then heads off again about four thirty to the other. Yesterday afternoon I heard him unlocking the door and thought it would be fun if I surprised him, so I hid inside the cupboard in the living room. After he got in he called out for me, I sat in the dark cupboard and said nothing. Almost at that very moment a strange feeling came over me, I had deceived my husband, I had lied. I watched though the crack in the door as he took his coat off and say down on the sofa to read the paper. I considered revealing myself but was afraid that it may give him too much of a fright. Time passed slowly, the longer I hid the bigger the deception was. I watched in silence as he turned the pages of the paper, I began to worry that he'd hear the sound of my breathing. After about an hour I began to feel very uncomfortable but dare not move in case he heard me.

After he'd finished the paper he switched on the TV, the sound allowed me to move a little and I managed to alleviate some of the stiffness in my legs. As he dozed I listened to the clock on the mantle piece tick. I had got quite cold by 3'o'clock and was also hungry, however I stayed stock still in the dark cupboard. An hour or so later he got up to prepare himself for work. He left the room to go upstairs but I thought I'd best wait till he left. At 4.20 he came back into the room to get his keys and coat, five minutes later he was gone. I carefully climbed out of the cupboard and closed it's doors and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.Brilliant.I love stories with no meaning !!! Bit like a superior version of "The Goons"

hi,you re writing is nice.we all woman had a least one diary in our entirely life.there are just a few men ,who have one ,and just a tiny percent who make it public.how much percent is fiction and how much is real life in your writting ,if i can ask?:)

hi,you re writing is nice.we all woman had a least one diary in our entirely life.there are just a few men ,who have one ,and just a tiny percent who make it public.how much percent is fiction and how much is real life in your writting ,if i can ask?:)


Thankfully all fiction.:)

Thankfully all fiction.:)

No it's not, you are as mad as a hatter! :hihi: :thumbsup:

My husband has been working two part time jobs recently. He gets in at about one in the afternoon from one job and then heads off again about four thirty to the other. Yesterday afternoon I heard him unlocking the door and thought it would be fun if I surprised him, so I hid inside the cupboard in the living room.

Are you certain that it was your husband who was in the house???

Nov 27

Last night I was talking to husband about Christmas and Christmas presents, I mentioned that I had a few nice surprises in mind for him and was curious if he had any gift ideas for me. He then told me that he keeps a ledger in the basement that he fills in every evening; apparently he enters a score based on my behavior that day. He says that my gift will be solely based on the year’s results when he adds them all up on the 24th of December. I’m not sure if I should be happy or worried.

Recently my husband has become extremely interested in wildlife programs. He says he likes to see these wild animals in their natural habitat as opposed to in zoos (he now calls zoo’s animal jails). So he decided to get a kitten as they are like shrunken lions. I don’t mind it actually but I don’t like it messing everywhere and my husband refuses to put down a litter tray. He says that lions in the wild don’t use trays, which is correct I suppose.

This morning it messed on the kitchen table which does not seem right, is putting a tray down when my husband is out being sneaky?

Why is that when my husband gets an idea into his head it involves me? I feel that I'm too young to have children, but he says he wants them. This has been an on-going issue with us but recently his interest in procreation has taken a new direction.

Last month he spied a nest (frequented by a loving pair of sparrows) in our back garden and quickly became fixated with it. Day and night he would stand in our bedroom gazing at it. Then last Tuesday he put on his mothers feathered hat and attached an inflated rubber glove to his chin and usurped the male sparrow from his nest. He's been crouching on the nest for last five days and won't even talk to me in English any more. Twice a day he performs a ritual dance that involves frantic gyrations and unintelligible squawking. Has my unreasonable behavior forced him into this situation?

I thought Christmas was all about family and friends. It’s meant to be a happy time when people get together and have fun and exchange gifts, when we have some time off work to relax and eat nice food. Unfortunately my husband has other ideas.

I should not be surprised I suppose, he has notoriously deep pockets and short arms, even his mum agrees with that. Last year he got me a second hand batik kit which I did eventually use to make a table cloth. We are economising at the moment so he decided to be enterprising and get some seasonal work. He thinks that as no one wants to work over Christmas he can charge double. He got the addresses of all the local old people’s homes from the yellow pages and then hand posted out flyers he made promoting his act. This act is an acoustic Status Quo tribute band called Quo Quazi, this band consists of him singing and playing the guitar and his mum on percussion.

Amazingly he got two bookings, both on Christmas day, so I’ll be on my own. He and his mum get a free dinner at both of the care homes. I asked to come along and watch but he said that I’d put him off. Is it fare to leave me alone on Christmas or should I be pleased that he’s making us some needed cash?

Yup I loved it too!:thumbsup:

Do you realise that some people are actually replying to you thinking that your stories are fact ?? Its so funny. :hihi: :hihi: :hihi: Shows how good you are.

Do you realise that some people are actually replying to you thinking that your stories are fact ?? Its so funny. :hihi: :hihi: :hihi: Shows how good you are.

Isn't it a real diary then? :confused:

Dec 28th 2006

My husbands birthday was in October and his mum bought him a beer making kit from Boots which I thought was unusual as he dose not normally drink wine or beer. Today was like a second Christmas to him as his first lot was ready, the recipe was titled Hop Beer (which I suppose is what all beer is made from). He made me and his mum try some and it was okay but not something your want to drink too much of, we both said we liked it though as he was so proud. He must of drank about five or six pints of it in the end and came to bed later than usual. I woke at 2am feeling very hot, he was clasped onto me snoring right into my face with sour hoppy breath. I wanted to go and sleep on the sofa to get away from the noise but his mum was up watching a documentary on TV.

Dec 28th 2006

My husbands birthday was in October and his mum bought him a beer making kit from Boots which I thought was unusual as he dose not normally drink wine or beer. Today was like a second Christmas to him as his first lot was ready, the recipe was titled Hop Beer (which I suppose is what all beer is made from). He made me and his mum try some and it was okay but not something your want to drink too much of, we both said we liked it though as he was so proud. He must of drank about five or six pints of it in the end and came to bed later than usual. I woke at 2am feeling very hot, he was clasped onto me snoring right into my face with sour hoppy breath. I wanted to go and sleep on the sofa to get away from the noise but his mum was up watching a documentary TV. Seriessix, is this fact or fiction ? Whatever it is, its funny. :hihi:

Seriessix, is this fact or fiction ? Whatever it is, its funny. :hihi:

A bit of both:hihi:

A bit of both:hihi:


Thought so, you little minx.! :hihi: :hihi:

Saturday Feb 3rd

My husband has always been interested in ecology and being green but recently his interests have become slightly more esoteric, he has decided to go on what he calls ‘A quest to find his true self’. To aid this latest venture he has been going to jumble sales and buying any books that have even a vague spiritual theme, he seems to especially like ones with colourful covers that depict graphic references to the east (an eye of Horus, lotus flowers, Tibetan lettering etc.).

Today he came home with a book that he was especially excited about called Western Enlightenment: A Personal Journey to the Centre of the Mind. On the cover was an air brushed image of a meditating man floating in a triangle with a lotus flower above his head that was radiating light. Each page started out with a quote then the rest of the page went on to explain what it meant. I flipped through a few pages but lost interest when I read the following opening title ‘You have to be lost first before you can find yourself’.

Sunday Feb 4th

After he’d been up most of the night reading his new book my husband crashed into the bedroom and announced to me and his mum that ‘The man who speaks knows nothing’, he tried to explain what this meant but I didn’t really follow as it takes me a while to get going in the morning. He also announced that humans use the same amount of energy in a year talking that it takes to power a household torch for 6 hours. So he decided to combine his passion for ecology with his new spiritual journey and give up talking. For the rest of the day he wore a small blackboard on a string round his neck and when he wanted anything he’d write it out in chalk on the board and point at it.

Mon Feb 5th

This morning my husband was concerned about which packed lunch was his in the fridge (I’d made mine and his and sat them together). This took quite some time to convey via his blackboard, I explained that they were both the same and as I go to work half an hour before him his lunch would be the one that was left after I’d gone. I wonder how he’s going to get on at work?

:hihi: :hihi: :hihi: I've used up all my known superlatives on your work seriessix....

So I will have to consult my "Revised Compendium of Crazy Superlatives" for your future contributions! :)

March 1st
My husband is always trying to save money and recently has decided to take up hairdressing. He has been on training missions to the launderette down the road which is opposite a womens stylists. He sits for hours by the window watching the hairdressers and learning their trade. He feels he is ready but both his mum and me have refused to let him practice on us. He is talking about opening a salon in the cellar but can't until he has had some experience.

March 3rd
On the way back from the laundrette he noticed and poster in the chip shop asking for part time help. He went in and offered his services and after some questions the owners offered him the job, he starts tomorrow. The hairdressing seems to have taken a back seat.

March 9th
The job seems to be going well. He heads out at 6.30pm and is back by 11pm, usually with some left overs for me and his mum.

Last night he came home with a stray dog, apparently he saw it stood outside the chip shop for the last few days when he was working. He felt sorry for it and thought it could make a new home with us. Anyway this morning when I came down it had messed everywhere and trodden it all over the lounge and kitchen carpet. I also noticed that my husband had put layers into it's fur for hair dressing practice. The dog's fur wasn't all that long to start with, now its covered in mangy ridged tram lines.

Later that day when he went to work there was a new poster in the window asking if anyone had seen a lost dog that met the description of the stray dog we rescued, so my husband asked me to return the dog to it's home. It turned out that the dog sometimes escapes from the garden and would make his way to the chip shop. On one hand the owners were grateful I returned their dog but they also eyed me suspiciously, they were not happy with it's haircut.

Im laughing again as Im reading it, just as funny as the other stories you have written.

My husband had been driving me mad this week. He has got this idea in his head about celebrating the transient nature of existence. He keeps quoting George Harrison, “All things must pass”.

We were meant to go shopping together on Monday’s but he said he didn’t see the point. He’s also has stopped going to work as that is also pointless apparently. He is on a quest to find the real reason why he is here on earth and he is sure it’s not to do a job he dislikes that pays just enough money to pay the bills and to go shopping on Mondays with me.

Anyway, this afternoon he rigged up a wire to the top of one of the washing line posts, he then tethered the taught wire about fifteen feet away on the ground. He threaded a roll selotape onto the wire so that it slides quickly down the wire to the ground. He then selotaped a live match to the roll of tape and has been experimenting with the placement of a large box of cooks matches, on its side, near the end of the wire on the ground. He eventually found exactly the right position for the match box, so that when the roll of tape slides down the wire the match gets struck before the roll reaches the ground.

Apparently this and the ability to create other inventions is why he is here on earth. I’m not convinced though and I’ve had to make two trips to the supermarket this week. Is he being unfair?

Very funny again as usual.But where is shoeshine missing all these stories.

Very funny again as usual.But where is shoeshine missing all these stories.

I can assure you that I do read them all, pattricia. :)

My psychiatrist tells me that, given time, I will eventually be able to conquer my addiction to them! :thumbsup:

I can assure you that I do read them all, pattricia. :)

My psychiatrist tells me that, given time, I will eventually be able to conquer my addition to them! :thumbsup:

As long as youre still "lurking " about then. :thumbsup: I always know when youre missing.

I'm an unseen wraith on here! :thumbsup:

Last night my husband was very excited about something he calls The Infinite Cycle. It’s a bit like perpetual motion, he was boring his mum with this for hours (she has always pretended to be interested in his hobbies). This idea came to him whilst he was staring into his own eyes in the mirror, he asked his mum what she thought would happen if she could somehow make one eye look directly into the other one, I think my brain would explode.

This morning he was wondering about absorbing yourself to become a new version of who you are now and snakes shedding there skins and life-forms that reproduce on their own and astronauts living in a their spacesuits.

You are clever you know,seriessix. :)

Last night my husband was very excited about something he calls The Infinite Cycle. It’s a bit like perpetual motion, he was boring his mum with this for hours (she has always pretended to be interested in his hobbies). This idea came to him whilst he was staring into his own eyes in the mirror, he asked his mum what she thought would happen if she could somehow make one eye look directly into the other one, I think my brain would explode.

This morning he was wondering about absorbing yourself to become a new version of who you are now and snakes shedding there skins and life-forms that reproduce on their own and astronauts living in a their spacesuits.

Strangely enough, I have been doing exactly the same things as your husband lately. I was feeling that I may have been going a little mad, but my brain was telling me "no, you're normal!", and that I was "just accessing my wider cosmic consciousness".

My wife strongly suggested I should urgently consult our local physician. So I promptly telephoned for an appointment with the man.

I was quite amazed that he had an available vacancy 30 mins. after my phone call to his surgery.

I rushed down to his office and just managed to present myself before him with a minute to spare before my appointed time.

I rested my unicycle on the window wall of his surgery, uncrossed my left eye and said "Hello, Doctor! Thanks for seeing me so quickly".

He uncrossed his right eye, we looked each other eye to eye, and he asked "Now, what is your problem?"

I answered the obvious way......."My wife doesn't understand me doctor".

May 11th......

For years now my husband has always maintained that he didn't want to have children, but recently I feel that his natural paternal instincts have manifested themselves.

Last week, before I left for work I noticed that the freezer compartment of our fridge had leaked, a small pool of water had accumulated on the kitchen floor. I made a note to my husband to ask him to call the company that had sold us the fridge to diagnose what the issue was.

When I returned home that evening I noticed that he had wrapped a couple of towels around the bottom the fridge that he later referred to as a nappy. In the living room his mother was sat crossed legged on the carpet solemnly knitting a huge baby's bonnet that, the following day, she put it on top of the fridge. He puts a carton of milk inside it every six hours, on the dot and reads it stories before he goes to bed. The longer this goes on the harder it's going to be to convince him that the fridge is not his baby, I just don't know when or how I'm going to break the news to him.

We need an update seriessix.

I've just re-read all these hilarious tales,and demand a new instalment! :hihi:

A few months ago my husband entered into a paid voluntary research program at the Hallamshire Hospital that was investigating the benefits of regression hypnotherapy. Whilst under he mumbled on about a hat and his mothers garden but later, back at home, he seemed to think that he had somehow been connected with his pre-reincarnated origins. In fact he believed that he was once a snake in a previous life.

Some days later in the middle of the night I noticed a dark shadow slithering across the the bedroom floor, when I switched the light on it saw it was him, trying to get to the bathroom. After that he insisted on me putting his evening meal on the floor for him to eat which he'd consume slowly with his arms tightly by his sides. He later had his mum make a rubber mold in the shape of a rat, I then had to line this with hairs from the cat basket and then push his meals into it before I'd turn it out onto a plate. If this fury rat shaped lump wasn't to his satisfaction he'd hiss and stare at me with an emotionless blank sideways gaze.

His nighttime slitherings have become so annoying that his mum has made a makeshift cattle prod from an old coat hanger rigged up to the mains, at night she now fends him off with 240 volts.

Brilliant. Take a read of this shoeshine !! :D

I am completely hooked on Seriesix's stories. Addicted....totally addicted....

I am completely hooked on Seriesix's stories. Addicted....totally addicted....

seriessix is unique! :hihi:

bassplayer, we're all hooked. :hihi:

And there isn't an antidote available either!

Monday June 5th

It would seem that husband has moved on from meditation books, his new passion is Buddhism. He now seeks a simple an uncomplicated life with no ego and material desires. In response to normal conversation he replies with quotes from one of his books, things like:

‘Conquer the angry man by love’

‘Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle’

‘Truth is only as real as our delusion allows’

But his favorite is:

‘If you can choose you have no choice’.

With this quote in mind he has decided that we are only allowed one type and brand of food item in the kitchen at any given time. Like only one jar of herbs, one loaf of white bread, one can of beans. Also, if we have a tin of tomatoes in the cupboard we are not to buy fresh ones as well, and so on.

However, his mum very astutely pointed out that we could still make quite different meals with the same ingredients. So he drew up a meal list for the week which we were told not to deviate from.

Tuesday June 6th

During another visit to the library my husband got talking to one of the librarians who told him all about lucid dreaming. This is when you take control of your dreams and go anywhere, meet anyone and do anything, all while you sleep. I must say this does sound quite appealing as most of my dreams involve either all my teeth falling out or being back at school.

He says that if we both get good at it then maybe we can meet up together in our dreams on some kind of astral plane – which seems a bit unnecessary as we see each other every day.

Thursday June 8th

After four days of following his meal roster me and his mum are getting pretty bored with eating. Although this regime has made me realize that I actually enjoy cooking.

His mum thinks that she has lost some weight but I can’t say I’ve noticed any change. My husband has been doing his lucid dreaming exercises before going to bed. I had a kind of lucid dream last night about going out to dinner.

Saturday June 10th

After six days we have abandoned the meal roster. He says that having everything predefined so you cannot choose took away our free will – he was furious that me and his mum went along with the idea, he said he felt like his brain was in jail. But now his brain is free and he can have cheese on toast whenever he wants.

Monday June 12th

On my way back from the supermarket I noticed a huge billboard sign that was advertising a new horror film that is getting released in cinemas on Friday. I then began to wonder when me and my husband last went out to the cinema, I then began to wonder when we actually last went out anywhere together. Other people seem to go out all the time, how come we never go out?

Although I was not particularly interested in the film I decided that I really wanted to go and see it and made a big fuss about it when I got home. Although he didn’t agree to see the film my husband seemed to understand that we should go out on our own from time to time. Later however these assumptions were proved incorrect.

After I went to bed he made his mum put on a sheet with two burn holes for eyes, he then winched her up into the tree that faces our bedroom window. She then tried to make ghostly sounds as she hung there. I pretended not to notice and tried to get to sleep. In the morning I was greeted with a pentangle made from sliced gibberlets on the bathroom floor. When I asked his mum about her up the tree and the pentangle she said that he wanted to simulate a horror film for me as he doesn’t like cinemas. So it looks like we won’t be going out this weekend after all.

Brilliant.yet again.

Brilliant.yet again.

So you see, pattricia, why I no longer get involved in producing " return posts" to seriessix's contributions. Much as I try, they can only ever be a poor imitation of this writer's style.

The latest post is just more, utter magic from this superb writer. Oh how I wish I could develop my own skills in a similar way. :o

So you see, pattricia, why I no longer get involved in producing " return posts" to seriessix's contributions. Much as I try, they can only ever be a poor imitation of this writer's style.

The latest post is just more, utter magic from this superb writer. Oh how I wish I could develop my own skills in a similar way. :o

Your return posts were brilliant. Just as good as seriessix(just ask her) Im sorry you havent continued.

Your return posts were brilliant. Just as good as seriessix(just ask her) Im sorry you havent continued.

Pattricia, I truly appreciate your comments, I really do, and I'm somewhat flattered by them.

But original concepts really should, in my view, stay exactly that way, unique to the inventor.

I hope you will understand.:)

Pattricia, I truly appreciate your comments, I really do, and I'm somewhat flattered by them.

But original concepts really should, in my view, stay exactly that way, unique to the inventor.

I hope you will understand.:)

No, I dont understand. It was just your style, and you should " Go with the flow". Im sure Seriessix will agree with me, as she wasnt posting them under her password but on an open forum.

The next installment. (http://sheffieldwriters.ath.cx/SFStoryArchive/1189258202.doc)

:hihi::hihi::hihi:

How you manage to cope with this husband, I have no idea! :hihi:

:)

Another installment. (http://sheffieldwriters.ath.cx/SFStoryArchive/1200755756.doc)

Its the way she tells em ya 'know!! :hihi::hihi::hihi:

Its the way she tells em ya 'know!! :hihi::hihi::hihi:

She didn't mention it, pattricia, but I reckon her mother-in-law has a job within hubby's new business venture.

Perhaps he's not told her though. ;)

Yesterday I came across an interesting volume in a Sheffield bookshop. Entitled "Sheffield Memories" by LS Dunone, one is forced into the conclusion that this is either Seriessix's opus, or there is a bad case of plagiarism doing the rounds (Makes a change from bird flu, I suppose).
Anyway "Sheffield Memories" is now available in a branch of a well known chain at Broomhill.

Yesterday I came across an interesting volume in a Sheffield bookshop. Entitled "Sheffield Memories" by LS Dunone, one is forced into the conclusion that this is either Seriessix's opus, or there is a bad case of plagiarism doing the rounds (Makes a change from bird flu, I suppose).
Anyway "Sheffield Memories" is now available in a branch of a well known chain at Broomhill.

I hope you purchased it, Hopman! :hihi:

If you didn't, L.S Dunone will be highly disappointed. ;)

Yesterday I came across an interesting volume in a Sheffield bookshop. Entitled "Sheffield Memories" by LS Dunone, one is forced into the conclusion that this is either Seriessix's opus, or there is a bad case of plagiarism doing the rounds (Makes a change from bird flu, I suppose).
Anyway "Sheffield Memories" is now available in a branch of a well known chain at Broomhill.

LS Dunone is seriessix , and I shall be purchasing it as soon as possible. Was it in W.H.Smiths or Waterstones ?

LS Dunone is seriessix

Really, pattricia? I never knew that! :o:hihi:;)

LS Dunone's "Sheffield Memories" are also available online here (http://www.lulu.com/content/469776)

ps You owe me a pint sometime, young Mr/Mrs/Ms Dunone! ;)

Really, pattricia? I never knew that! :o:hihi:;)

LS Dunone's "Sheffield Memories" are also available online here (http://www.lulu.com/content/469776)

ps You owe me a pint sometime, young Mr/Mrs/Ms Dunone! ;)

Its O.K. shoey, I knew you knew, but wasnt sure wether Hopman did.:) I feel so proud to have her in The Writers Group.

Its O.K. shoey, I knew you knew, but wasnt sure wether Hopman did.:) I feel so proud to have her in The Writers Group.

Hopman works in a Brewery, did you know? ;)

If he doesn't, I bet he does his best to support one! :hihi:

Hopman works in a Brewery, did you know? ;)

If he doesn't, I bet he does his best to support one! :hihi:

I never know wether you are kidding me or not do I ? :)

I never know wether you are kidding me or not do I ? :)

True, pattricia. ;)

My GP, Dr. Seuss, tells me I'll be as normal as he is provided I continue with the medications he's kindly prescribed. :)

ps Watch out, Mantaspook's gonna delete this interchange of blather between us if we're not careful! :hihi:

Blackwells.....:)

and I'd gladly buy you a pint or six shoeshine.

Blackwells.....:)

and I'd gladly buy you a pint or six shoeshine.

Au contraire, mon ami/ma amie?. I owe you for giving us all so much pleasure as we read your contributions to the Group. :)

Blackwells.....:)

and I'd gladly buy you a pint or six shoeshine.

Blackwells ? Is that at Broomhill ? Never seen it in town. Im determined to get it, as I want to read it in bed at night.

Blackwells ? Is that at Broomhill ? Never seen it in town. Im determined to get it, as I want to read it in bed at night.

This link may help, pattricia.

Blackwells don't appear to a have shop in Sheffield, but you'llbe able to order from their UK Shops and have home delivery.

Blackwell's Bookshops in the UK (http://bookshop.blackwell.co.uk/jsp/shops/select_shop.jsp;jsessionid=210BCD62828D6636A2AD347 A26BF4070.bobcatm1)

Yesterday I came across an interesting volume in a Sheffield bookshop. Entitled "Sheffield Memories" by LS Dunone, one is forced into the conclusion that this is either Seriessix's opus, or there is a bad case of plagiarism doing the rounds (Makes a change from bird flu, I suppose).
Anyway "Sheffield Memories" is now available in a branch of a well known chain at Broomhill.

Yes, but shoey look at Hopmans post. He says he came across seriessix book in a Sheffield bookshop didnt he ? :huh:

Blackwell Broomhill
220 Fulwood Road

Yes, but shoey look at Hopmans post. He says he came across seriessix book in a Sheffield bookshop didnt he ? :huh:

He did, pattricia. I'm just pulling your leg. I hope you're not offended. It's my quirky sense of humour.

Please forgive me. I should know by now that rarely do words written on a Forum adequately mimic the facial expressions available when two people talk face-to-face.:)

Blackwell Broomhill
220 Fulwood Road

Thanks love.I just knew there was a Blackwells somewhere in Sheffield.:)

He did, pattricia. I'm just pulling your leg. I hope you're not offended. It's my quirky sense of humour.

Please forgive me. I should know by now that rarely do words written on a Forum adequately mimic the facial expressions available when two people talk face-to-face.:)

Well of course YOU dont live in Sheffield do you shoey ? :D So how would you know ?

Well of course YOU dont live in Sheffield do you shoey ? :D So how would you know ?

:hihi::hihi::hihi:

Did the French words I used on Post 65 here give you that impression, ma cherie? :hihi: ;)

:hihi::hihi::hihi:

Did the French words I used on Post 65 here give you that impression, ma cherie? :hihi: ;)

Eh up, hes off. He'll be wearing a beret and cycling with a string of onions on his bike next.:roll:

Eh up, hes off. He'll be wearing a beret and cycling with a string of onions on his bike next.:roll:

Mantaspook does that! :hihi:

Mantaspook does that! :hihi:

" I love Paris in the Springtime "

" I love Paris in the Fall" oops better stop it now !!:hihi::hihi:

Hopman works in a Brewery, did you know? ;)

If he doesn't, I bet he does his best to support one! :hihi:

On the International marketing side of the Teedoul Brewery; it was me that proposed the advertising tag line:
"I could do with a Teedoul."