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A very British New Year - Hogmanay - Nos Galan

Today is New Year's Eve. Or if you're in Scotland, Hogmanay. Or, if you're in Wales, Nos Galan. This is where tradition dictates you get totally and absolutely sloshed out of your mind, head-butt four random strangers in a game of No-I-Love-YOU-The-Most (this is where the Klingons got the ritual, in case you were wondering), urinate in a policeman's hat (but only if you're pregnant), and then forget where you live. It's a tradition that dates back to the Norse over a thousand years ago, when Thor, the Asgard god of thunder and hair products, descended on Scotland during the dark days between Avengers films, to demonstrate the virtues of over-drinking and public displays of this-is-just-embarrassing-you-can't-get-married-to-a-lamppost. There are some pretty strange and interesting local traditions around the United Kingdom. For example, in Stonehaven, Aberdeenshire, in north-east Scotland, they have a rather dangerous way of celebrating the festiviti...

Twas the night before Christmas

I wrote this for a special friend and Sharky-Toothed agent. Thought I'd share it here with you guys. Merry Christmas, everyone. Twas the night before Christmas and all through the reef, a shark was heard crying, distraught with grief. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, but a thief had been, and now they were bare. He had taken the toys, and even the cakes, not just the real ones, but even the fakes. Left there to distract him, for she knew he would come, For those chocolate cakes, and a bottle of rum. She would catch him, if it took her all night, and then take out her frustrations, bite after bite. But the thief was smart, he knew there’d be traps, he’d come prepared, and avoided the zaps. Oh, come on, what kind of shark rigs their fake cakes up to the mains electricity? Someone should report that. The Shark kept on crying, the thief had escaped, with those cakes, she had lovingly baked. The minion had gone, and she didn’t care, away on ...

Doodling

If you didn't already know, doodling is an acceptable writering (that's a real word. Yes, it is.) process. It can actually help your creative imaginings take off. Give you ideas. Help you concentrate. All of that rubbish. Blah Blah. So, I thought I'd share some of my procrastination, I mean doodling, that I did on twitter today (just for a bit of fun as I knew I should put up a blog post, but had no idea what to write). In a world void of hope and good storytelling, two teenagers are pitted against each other in a death fight - to the death: JACK VERSES JILL They survived the death fight - to the death, and didn't get death'd. Can they do it again? JACK VERSES JILL: ON A DIFFERENT HILL For fans of the HUNGER GAMES and MAZE RUNNER, my 2 new YA books (coming soon) JACK VERSES JILL and JACK VERSES JILL: ON A DIFFERENT HILL From the bestselling author of JACK VERSES JILL and JACK VERSES JILL: ON A DIFFERENT HILL, comes the finale JACK VERSES JILL: ON A MOUNTA...