The gender equaliser of fiction, the femme fatale is a counter-cultural figure. Between the pages, those seductresses will do anything, and not let any obstacle stand in their way. As manipulative as
There won’t be any soppy serenading over the passing of The Coffee Club: Truth is Stranger Than Fiction; not that tears matter. Our colours might fade but they’re colour-fast. But to do so would break a rule of the Coffee Club. Plus soppy endings belong at the end. I’m only 51 words Continue reading “Coffee Club Part Three: Mr Fruit Tingle and The Electric Scooter Kid”
Cast your mind back to 1999; before September 2001, before Facebook, before Instagram, and before YouTube. Prince’s “party like it’s 1999” is playing frequently on the radio, summoning in a new era no one is prepared for. Another Olympics is just around the corner, and there is a lot of hype of pending financial and social collapse from the Y2K computer bug.
Can you smell rain before one drop of water falls? Not me. I get my cue from dark clouds. But I wonder why some people have the ability to sniff out the future while others don’t. And I can’t help but feel there are people who sense we live in a year that smells like it’s about to rain. Not just rain, but a mighty deluge. When I read through the news I see dark clouds circling.
Are we living in the year where history will look back and refer to it as the opening scene of WWIII? Continue reading “WWIII: The Smell of Rain, Elephants, and a Canary Named Trump”