The Vipan Chronicles

Intro: I unreservedly apologise to my regular readers (All three of you) for staying away so long. I haven’t been in a good place for a while and have suffered with the dreaded writers’ block. However, I’ve recently joined a ‘Spoken Word’ group which has rekindled my thought processes, in fact, I have a paid

LARD

A chum and I wrote something with the TV in mind based on the Harry Ramsden Chip shop empire which we called ‘LARD’. Our narrator was one of the ancestors of the family that was featured and we called him Barry Lumsden, as opposed to Harry Ramsden. Of course, we didn’t want anyone from the

The old black dog

Dear chums… Sorry for not posting but the old black dog came to visit recently and I’m desperate to find him a new owner. I’m also trying hard not to feed him, but he’s a demanding little beggar. I had to settle him down this evening with half a bottle of vin rouge which has

Broadway Star

I thought I’d have a short break from Thompson and let you have a look at something else that I’m working on. For a long while I’ve been penning lyrics for a musical idea that has been festering away in my warped mind. I’ve called the show ‘Rockymodo’. It’s a take on the Hunchback of

Thompson’s Lost Plimsole

Part ten:  An elderly, monocle-wearing gent stood before the trophy filled cabinets staring intently at one of the photographs. Mr Davies sidled up to him and asked the gent if he was admiring the display. “It’s strange,” said the old chap, “but I seem to recognise one or two of the fellows in some of

Just a friend

She’s on her own, I’m on my own, she only sees me as a friend She lives alone, I live alone, she only sees me as a friend She sleeps alone, I sleep alone, she only sees me as a friend She comes for tea, we go for drinks, she only sees me as a

Thompson’s lost plimsole

Part Seven Still stuck in the Outback The three day setback had allowed Gerald’s arch-rival, Chinese hopping champion, Wai Tulong, to gain a substantial lead. This inscrutable oriental had managed somehow to hitch a ride on the back of a semi-tame Kangaroo, and whilst this may in most right thinking people’s minds be considered as

The opera singer

Dame Mirabella who once sang in Opera A soprano of beauty and note Liked nothing more than to go swimming In river, canal, stream or moat Whilst rowing one day on a lily pond She leapt overboard from that boat She tried to sing out But her death was no doubt The result of a

Thompson’s lost plimsole

Part four Tarquin Fleet the Infant Wonder Preparations were well underway for the ceremony regarding the rediscovery of Thompson’s lost plimsole, when a letter was received from the town hall clerk to say, that due to unforeseen circumstances, the Mayoral party, The Worshipful the Mayor of Hallifield, Councillor Frank Bigot, the Mayoress and the Sheriff,

Kung Fu

Prompted by Herb He’d trained in every martial art As fit as any Ninja And as he trained, he fought through pain Our man was not a whinger He could push his hands through brick Smash a timber inches thick Walk on fire, hold his breath So many times he’d cheated death In over forty