Sex Magic
Wikipedia on Sex Magic. Another little bit of musing for the NaNoWriMo story.
Daily archives: November 14, 2006
The wrong type of body on the line
The wrong type of body on the line,
originally uploaded by spinneyhead.
Originally sent to Flickr last night, but didn’t update Spinneyhead. Finally got the train at 20:40 one and a quarter hours late.
I’m currently stuck in Penrith, waiting for the trains to be freed up after someone was hit by one in Carnforth. Every death on the railways has to be treated as a crime scene, which is both understandable and frustrating right now.
Technorati tag: moblog
The Levenshulme Bicycle Orchestra
Cross posted from 2 Wheels Good.
Greetings, please dismount from your cycle.
We are an orchestra that play using various instruments including a bicycle and/or bicycle bits and pieces.
Levenshulme is a place in south manchester where some of are living, a bicycle is the best form of transport in the world, an orchestra implies a unified ensemble – a little bit like us.
This website aims to: Document levenshulme bicycle orchestra – Tell you where we are playing – Show some of our art – Have downloadable music/video – Distribute art and music; zines cd’s and tapes etc, – Be a hub for our creative efforts
They’re playing at Fuel in Withington on Friday, if anyone’s interested.
via Mancubist
Technorati tag: Cycling, Orchestra, Manchester, Levenshulme
Would anyone like some bread?
Would anyone like some bread?,
originally uploaded by spinneyhead.
Lots of poppy seed buns and spicy buns. Also some flapjack and brownies, but you have to ask nicely for those.
Technorati tag: moblog
So Much To Answer For- Part 9
“What are you doing here?”
“Toil.”
“That doesn’t look like toil to me, more like messing around.”
“Time off in lieu for some work last month. I thought I’d break the week in two.” Pete was giving his bike a pre-winter service, cleaning and oiling the chain, greasing various bits and fitting new brake blocks. This being Manchester the mudguards had never come off. “You’re looking fired up.”
“Horny and creative.” Joe admitted, unlocking the garage doors.
“You keep away from me.” Pete waved his bike pump defensively.
“I’m sure you’re very attractive, in your own way, but I’m not that way inclined. I talked to Rachel, we’re going to discuss deals later over a beer.”
“And then you’ll seal the deal, eh? Eh?”
Joe knew he’d gone red. “I doubt it. But you never know.”
“Very professional.”
NaNoWriMo Progress
Notes I took a bite out of the NaNoWriMo deficit over the weekend, but not as large a one as I’d have liked. Oh well.
Other fiction- check out Heavensent, the propeller-punk sci-fi war novel I recently wrapped up, or download Another Education/Ruby Red or Ten Years Asleep.
Donate Now I’ve started writing again I’m unlikely to stop, but it would be nice if I could eat during my breaks. So please feel free to donate some money to my starving author fund by clicking on the PayPal button below.
Technorati tag: Fiction, Crime, Manchester
Do the bollard dance
Idiots driving into bollards, set to music.
Technorati tag: Manchester, Bollard, Road Safety