Three AM

Meno: This is nothing new.

To be fair, it is not often that you read a book review of a book that has yet to be written! Newish? :laughing:

New wish? maybe.
Henry Miller in his last retrospective:

" If I had known what it takes and what’s involved back then, I’d rather would have become a truck driver then a writer."

ha ha ha.

Matchbox 20 kind of has the market cornered on this one.

:slight_smile: Nice to see you, Pav! Hope all is well with you and yours! Not previously familiar with MB20. Like the tune!

Great to see you too, Derleydoo!

What? This is 2020 , not 1984. Every fiction Nowedays is science fiction.

The quantum world revisited, or the approach of the witching hour. Or, wishing? Merely?

Do not worry, there still are insomniacs out there. Or, ’ Not everyone is a.vampire’

Note: it’s exactly 3 am .

“Who found this?”
“I did, sarge.”
“You? Okay chaps, you can remove the body.”
“Aren’t you going to inspect the scene, Sir?”
“What can there possibly be to inspect? He left a message. And see here. It says. Dot, dot, dot.”
“Dot, dot, dot, sarge?”
“It was a cry for help.”
“And how do you come to that conclusion, Columbo?”
“Oi! Don’t take the piss. You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when I met you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I can put you back where you came from.”
“You said it was a cry for help, sergeant?”
“Dot dot dot. Dash dash dash. Dot dot dot. He was a third of the way through the internationally accepted code for the distress signal.”
“Oh.”
“Did he say anything else?”
“I made a note of it. It says:”

[i]What? This is 2020 , not 1984. Every fiction Nowedays is science fiction.

The quantum world revisited, or the approach of the witching hour. Or, wishing? Merely?

Do not worry, there still are insomniacs out there. Or, ’ Not everyone is a.vampire’

Note: it’s exactly 3 am .[/i]

“What time was this written?”
“23 minutes past the hour, sarge?”
“Can you be a little more precise?”
“Not with any certainty, sarge. It’s the time difference.”
“The time difference?”
“Would that be an item, sarge?”
“What the… stay there. Excuse me, miss… we’ve not been introduced.”
“I’m Doctor Avaluk. Forensics.”
“What’s your initial reaction, miss? Your gut instinct?”
“My gut instinct tells me that your demeanour is a little too brusque. You are, sir?”
“I am investigating the death of this man. I believe he drank himself to death.”
“I see. And you are basing your conclusion on what, precisely?”
“It is apparent that he is a third of the way through the internationally accepted distress signal. He knows he has a problem, observe the vomit on the keyboard. How long would you say that has been there, Love?”
“Ooooooh. I get it!”
“Is he okay?”
“He found the body. He is studying the art of detectivity,”
“And you’re tutoring him?”
“We teach each other, Love. How long?”

Fiction! :slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile:

On the set of ‘Two’s company - Three’s a crowd’. Recording is due to begin in less than ten minutes. The show has been running for a while - 20 or 30 years. The floor manager has just been handed the preliminary script. He gives it a cursory glance. It requires little more. What could possibly go wrong?
When he first joined the company it was his custom to demand a copy of the proposed schedule of events. “It should be on my desk a minimum of one hour prior to shooting.” Back in the day he was considered to be a very strict taskmaster. And yet no one minded. There was little to complain about. In the two years following his arrival, ratings for the show increased by some considerable margin, 20 -30%. Anyone connected with the show was provided with the red-carpet treatment wherever they happened to go. Anyone? The two glamorous hostesses - but Don in particular. Don Grimaldi. Don had fronted the show from inception. He was rightfully considered to be a national treasure.
“Has Don seen this?” The Floor Manager asks. “Has this been rehearsed?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary. No real need. A nice couple of feeds for Don to pick up on.”
“Who chose these contestants?”
“Don’t worry, they’ve all been vetted.”
“Okay then. Just looking down the list. We have a chap from Cambridgeshire, one from Kent, and one from Hampshire.”
“Exactly. The chap from Cambridgeshire is a Butcher. The chap from Kent works in a Bakery. Have a guess what the third fella does?”
“Go on.”
“As a hobby…”
“Go on.”
“You’ll love this. His hobby is making candles. Don’ll pick up on that. You’ve got a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker.”
“You said his hobby was making candles.”
“Don’s the master.”
“Of course he is. He pays our wages.”
“So you’re happy?”
“Well, do you think Don will pick up on the fact that the first chap, John, I believe, lives in the village of Over.”
“What? A couple of Over/Under jokes?”
“That kind of thing. I note that the Hampshire chap - Bill, comes from Andover.”
“Probably.”
“And Geoff hails from Dover in Kent?”
“Don’s got a stack of jokes about immigration and the channel tunnel.”
“Well that’s good. Let’s see if Don can make the most of it.”
“You know better than to worry about Don. I’ve see him tell the same joke over and over and over and get away with it… He’s a national treasure.”

On the set of sunset boulevard revisited. I’m never ready for my closeup Mr Demille.

And the poor guy is at the bottom of the pool.

Granger in man and superman was great, died a year later. From first row could see spittle could see, as he pronounced.

The pool. He died later , he lived on Ocean Blvd. Drunk and alone and slipped hitting his head. Sad.

Wait what was his name. It will take some minutes, but this time nowhere close to witching 3 am.
Till the time.

Back less then two min.

William Holden:

Saw him in golden boy, he truly was that.

I am not ready for my closeup Mr Demille and cannot possibly ever be.

Who cares if a sequel ever be made, who cares and who could possibly stay awake for one, till 3 am, only in the mist hart, crane - rendering description by abusing to one writing instructors, no two’s advice.:

One always drink in private, Allen Ginsburg
Two( faded through time passages) always write from real experience

Other variables that could be well entertained : Henry miller: ’ if I had known what writing entailed early on, in my younger days, I would have become a truck driver
Family: how they grow to despise you as the years go by, ( the ones that survive)
Seeking some refuge and some natural space, and start drugs, even if…
Forget they ever wanted to forget you even if they actually intended

Give up on the idea that you’d be ever read except maybe your mom if you have one ( this is a plageristuc gesture)

Form some substantial friendships who may not decline to re line, without breaking vows

And keep pains of writer’s block within bounds, not prone to periods of shining.

This last one is tough, and if there is any reason to believe that that sort of a deal can actually be usurped by the dark one, rest your mind and keep Christ’s guarantee of a sinless naivety be broken.

Even the evil one knows that. deal can not be made with those who lack capacity to understand.

And as such, Dostoevsky was a recurrent theme between letters underground and the possessed, that indemnified : to not misunderstand the seal of that guarantee, as between it’s sign , and it’s deliverance.

There you go.
Mister Trump - acquitted.
Lots of people stood up. Expressed an opinion. Sat back down.
That is in keeping with the purpose of the thread.
Justice in action. Never sleeps.
Fair play to him. The poor fella’s only human. Important to keep in mind. He could out-evolve us all if he’s not careful.
Who needs witnesses?
“And me.”
“You?”
“Vladimir. Can we go back? This is bloody ridiculous. I’m in way over my head. You people have absolutely no idea what it’s like being me. People have said to me: ‘I don’t think any one else could be you’.”
“This way, Mister Trump!”
“What do you think of the verdict, Mister Trump?”
“I’ve known it all along. Swamp games. Distracting me from getting on with the job at hand.”
“For fucks sake, can someone keep that child quiet. We’re trying to produce a fucking documentary.”
“This way, Mister President.”

I feel your pain, sir.

Meanwhile, in the offices of PCH&N.
A board meeting has been convened.
There are raised voices. Passions run high.
One of the partners is seen to slap one of the other partners on the side of his face.
All assembled laughed.
“Now whatcha gonna do?”
It hasn’t been mentioned since.

Lately, there has been a strange atmosphere in the office.

There’s a big case coming up.
There is a tension in the air.
A big case is pending
There’s attention everywhere.

And that is where we must leave you.
This is John Alexander, for NNN, reporting for no earthly reason.

Pav. :slight_smile:
youtu.be/WziA88-n02k

A promotional thread for M20.
youtu.be/C-Naa1HXeDQ
Hard to believe they are relatively unknown in the UK.

Can I go in?
No. Not for the moment.
What’s occurring?
Be patient.
Why the raised voices?
You can go in - in a moment. Are you on the list?
List?
Just be patient. You’ll be up in a moment, I’m sure.
Thank you for your reassuring tone. Would you be kind enough to explain why I am here? This is…

The man fumbled through every pocket he could find…

A smile spread across the face of the receptionist.

“Aha!” The man exclaimed. “Here we are!”

To be continued.

Fade in the music: youtu.be/mtiOWeJSe_o

1970’s. Margate. Dreamland.

Have you paid?

“You do understand that only weird people need apply. What makes you think that you are qualified for a position in Her Majesty’s Government? Where are you going? Oi! Where are you going? Boris, did you see that? That man is weird. He’s weirder than me! Get him back here, now!”

He’s on the rollercoaster. He won’t come off.

Tell him, he’s fired.

“I’m sorry, you wanted to see me.”

I think there has been some kind of misunderstanding.

“That’s weird.”

“Weird?”

What are these… " "?

I’ve no idea"

"Do you have a cv?

It’s in the car park. "How did you know I drove a Citroen?

The park will be closing shortly.

The receptionist wore a puzzled expression. “Would you mind repeating that?” She said.

I’ll leave the key here. Lock up when you leave.

No need. I am leaving right this moment.

Can you get the lights, please?

Hold up. It’s Charlie. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!

Aw. That’s nice.

Go on. Leave the key. I will lock up. So, how are you? Long time, no see. Go on… what brings you here?

Can we continue this later?

Of course we can. Don’t be silly.

To be continued

February 29th.
2020.
You know that we shall celebrate in 2024.
Keep it to yourself, my boy, your mum don’t know the score.

Twenty Twenty.
So good they named her twice.
Pay close attention, lad, you take her advice.

Look left. Look right.
Keep one eye on the light
Listen to your mother, boy
Your mother knows what’s right.

You mark this day, my treasure, we’ll celebrate next year
And the one that follows after
When there is nothing more to fear.

Shift work. Early morning.
Preparing for the light.
A moment’s relaxation
And then continue with the fight.

Corona virus today, lad.
Another day, another dollar.

You make sure you remember this day.
You’re making history.
Let’s see to it that we keep you awake.
It’s quite the battle.

29th.

To be continued on the 30th.

Let’s be perfectly honest. We’ve turned a blind eye since crystal nacht in Germany.
I think you’re being unfair.
Ye men.
Ye men?
Yemen.
Oh. Yeah, well, I don’t really know what’s happening there.
Some do.
Another day.

On the steps of the Courthouse.

My client will read a prepared statement in the morning.
Whisper, whisper, whisper.
My client has yet to make a statement.
Whisper, whisper, whisper.
My client will not be making a statement in the morning.

Should he do so in the future
Well, then, that concerns the past.

That.
However.

In camera, gentlemen.

Oh goodness, Gordon Bennett!
That’s as subtle as it gets!

If truth be told, we’re killing time -
Still searching for that perfect rhyme.

And the wind begins to blow.

WTF! You do realise this is for entertainment purposes only.

It’s all non sense. You realise that. What the… What’s happened to Peter?

I’m not happy with that. It lacks subtlety.

Fuck sublety.

youtu.be/kz9omscQ1F4

:laughing:

I would just like to point out that, on the island of Guernsey, we are being shot. Our only crime was being born.
The road less crossed. Although, a common misdemeanour in the ayes of some!

Hear, hear!

A pattern emerges.
1st July, 1916.

22nd April, 2016.

It’s 4 am. Creative writing.
Little more to say.
Up in court tomorrow
Facing judgement day.

Justice in action.
Mea culpa, Your Honour.

That, in a nutshell
Mere theory, nothing more.
Fact, according to Twenty.
Although, no one knows the score.

Well, well, well. Said the Donkey to the Horse.
Do you believe you have the patience?
Can you stay the course?
And the Donkey, as Donkeys often do
They love a game of words

You’re not getting the whole story!
It will appear in the local press on Thursday.
I will reproduce a copy, should the verdict be favourable. :slight_smile:

Meanwhile, I shall maintain my telephone vigil. At some point Boris will call. He may get DC to do it.

Are you okay? :-k