I have always been attracted to the vision of an ‘anti-hero’ but wanted to tell a tale where there is no hero at all. Where chaos reigns for so many people and they simply have no idea who the culprit is or why.
A cautionary tale about being sure that what is said in private remains so.
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Dylan
Dylan was a Patterdale Terrier and immensely proud of it.
His partner in crime was a German Shepherd named Rob and the temptation to use the familiar ‘Bob’ was always there.
Dylan’s favourite game, when he wasn’t killing mink or rats, was to hang onto Rob’s tail as he raced up the field to catch the Frisbee which was often thrown for him.
Sometimes his teeth would fasten on a tender bit of Rob’s tail and he would give Dylan a serious telling off but mostly he would ignore this extra load and tow the much smaller dog up the field at a rate he could never manage on his own legs.
Dylan had a sense of humour whereas Rob was always Teutonic. This tale is one of many that Dylan entertained us and sometimes worried us to death with.
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Fynn
I was driving back to my yacht ‘Makushla’ one day. It was moored in Dunstaffnage Marina and as I headed Southwest alongside Loch Etive, I saw Fynn lying there beyond the Connel bridge.
How he came to be there just had to be explored.
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Prawn Gambit
Accidents can happen at sea just as often as anywhere else.
The pain that might ensue can be psychological just as much as physical and might be far worse.
Here is a tale of the pain of one man’s seriously damaged pride alongside the pain of another, laughing to the point of asphyxiation.
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White Horses
A tale of science fiction which many already believe to be fact.
Do we know the truth about GM? No we don’t!
When will we know? Perhaps never.
Big money hides the facts, confuse the issues and pays the law makers to legislate in favour.
What chance have you? None.
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