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Sensible lass, your daughter …

I asked my daughter if I should post this or was it nonsense. She suggested I post it because it’s nonsense 🙂

Bringing a gun into a house changes it
Even when it is not your gun
And not your house

Fingers snatch at your wrist
‘Don’t go in!’
A glimpse of join-the-dots red etches on your brain

You spin
And spin
And don’t recognise the screams…[Read more]

So pleased for you, Kaz. 🙂

Massive congratulations, Kaz 😁 really well deserved and so glad Ava id finally taking wing in front of a larger audience. Can’t wait to get my signed copy. Champagne and cake all round 🎂🥂

Wonderful news. Well done you.

Bringing a gun into the house changes it

Baz got the letter on his fourteenth birthday; he was now old enough to get a gun from the government store, so he finished hoeing the weeds among the vegetables and went to get it. His mother wept a little and his sisters picked the peas and looked sombre.

Nothing much changed at first. He kept the gun…[Read more]

Saw this on FB, but deserves double congratulations. Well done.

Fantastic news @KazG so, so pleased for you.

Yes, after all your waiting. Massive congratulations!! Can’t wait to buy your book.

Ps just started following you on Twitter

Wooohooo! Bringing my happy dance onto here because it deserves a dance and it’s lovely to hear good news of such a brilliant degree.

Wonderful, wonderful news!

Bloody fantastic news, Kaz! Well done xxx

Wow, Kaz. Brilliant news and really deserved!

Well done, congratulations!

Woohoo! Go you!!

Bringing a gun into a house changes it. You can’t help it, of course. The trick is not letting on to everyone else that you’ve changed it. Keeping everything looking exactly the same, so all the neighbours, passersby, any visitors have no idea what you’ve done.

It’s a specific kind of visitor we have in mind. The kind that bulldozes in mob-han…[Read more]

Bringing a gun into a house changes it. I move from hallway to sitting room. Little Kev is trying to hide behind a chair. Bang! I shoot him through it. This isn’t the house where Kev lives anymore. His mum stands on the stairs, screaming. Screams of shock and denial I suppose. Bang! Screamy house one minute, quiet house the next. I step over her b…[Read more]