Category: Screeve

Merry Christmas to all our readers and authors.

I watched The Madness of George III yesterday at the Nottingham Playhouse. It was a fantastic, with great performances from Mark Gatiss and Adrian Scarborough, the rest of the cast was equally exceptional. It was laugh out loud in place while deeply upsetting and moving in others. It is being transmitted live in some UK cinemas on 20th November. If you get the chance to watch it then I would recommend it.

Today is the 100th year since the armistice of the First World War. It was the war to end all wars: but failed! I personally do not think I could fight in any war. However, I accept that those that have fought have granted me that freedom. That is why I will be wearing a red poppy today and attending one of the many thousand remembrance events today. I respect our armed forces and what they do, it is our civilian politicians that ask them to go to war and it is those same civilians that do not help those who have fought, at their bidding, once they have left the armed forces.

Today, we should pay our respects to those who have fought and died on our behalf, and respect those who have fought and lived. Many ex-service personnel are still suffering, and we should support them and help them in any way we can.

 

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!

Guy Fawkes, guy, t’was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England’s overthrow.

By god’s mercy he was catch’d
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.

And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!

It’s that time of year again when we Brits (and others) celebrate Bonfire night (also called Guy Fawkes Night). The above is a nursery rhyme that we used to sing to our children, but nowadays we only say the first line (it does end quite grim).

I have some vivid memories of standing in front of a furnace of a bonfire in the damp cold night air, eating either a toffee apple (an actual apple on a stick, covered in brittle toffee) or bonfire toffee (toffee so brittle it could break teeth and dislodge fillings). We would also play with sparklers, making patterns in the air, and throwing bangers on the ground to startle people.

These days it’s now a traditional celebration and the gruesome origins are glossed over. But of any of you intend to celebrate with us today, remember to play safe.

Time for a serious moment.

I came across this article on the BBC website about Sam Thompson, a man who was raped. Male rape is still woefully under-reported – and it’s not just a gay phenomenon. Please take some time to read this article about what happened and what he has done to turn this experience into something positive.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/bbcthree/article/f78ad097-77d7-4ec0-8014-54ace0fc4b11

While searching for pictures of threesomes to illustrate a story, I came across this article. I thought I’d share it with you all as I found it quite interesting.

I’ve never had a threesome, to be honest I find it complicated enough with a twosome, but I’d be interested to hear our readers’ experiences.

I came across this picture (no pun intended) and thought how true it was.