I saw an news report last night on television about short stories in six words. Debatable whether you can tell a story in six words, so stuck for something to write on, I thought I would rack of six words see what I ended up with.

Live long, live hard, love life.

Three bottles smashed. Now needs stitches.

One bride. Two rings. Three marriages.

Lost. Now found. Not wanted anymore.

Asprin diet, still too much sex.

A dog. A cat. A body.

Bruised face. Twisted truth. Helpless love .

Said No, meant yes, dam it.

Lies. Lies. Lies. Always the same.

Save the children. Leave the men.

Test failed. Going to tell him.

Said bollocks instead of buttocks. Sorry.

Pregnant? Not me? How could you?

Freed mr floppy from angry zipper.

Broken bones. Plaster. Lawyer. No money.

I could do this all day.....

Another lunchtime, another spare moment and something off the cuff.

My mind works on images, I am an image machine and thinking about what to write an image returned to me of the last stag night I was on. Even when drunk the mind snaps away.

I take after my dad in that I don't like crowds, which is another way of perhaps saying I don't like the majority of people unless they have character and I have the opportunity of finding it. Something which is dead in the water when it comes to a crowd.