(Another great session with my workshop tonight produced this consequences piece where we all took it in turns writing a line. 

Also blogged is the one from the time before which I forgot to share last time.

Thanks as always to Amanda Steel, Mike Booth, Reggie Agulha and Antonia Fusaro for making it so much fun. Love you guys.)

IX

They weren't quite dead, but they might as well have been

for the amount of enthusiasm they brought to the house of commons tonight or the day after when they all passed out from drinking all the way to midnight even when the bar had shut and the zombies declared it was now Tier 3 and the pub should be closing soon.

 

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X

It was a cold bonfire night, walking by the canal, he heard the bang,

and one more bang when suddenly the inky black water started to ripple, then froth, then erupt in a geyser of weeds, plastic bags, shopping trolleys and a half drown kitten leapt out from the canal like superman and landed on the bank and thought 'f**k' , again?

why do they insist on submerging me in water,

I'm not putting up with this sh*t anymore, so, the kitten arched its back, flexed its claws, and fixed her red leather mini skirt and strolled away…

Someone in the background shouts: Stop the counting the votes!

When it reached the canalised cafe, it was surprised to find a takeaway service so it settled down to devour another almond croissant.

Meanwhile,a dog faced gremlin in tight leather jeans appeared from the other side of the canal and said, Reggie, why are you wearing the same outfit as me, its not all about you, and your legs, f**k you