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I got your intended meaning anyway, John, but with the preceding line to me it is now crystal clear.

Thanks Jane. The previous line, which I’m still working on, is something like:
Go now, go now, don’t hesitate, your only master’s you,
Don’t ever let yourself regret the things you didn’t do.

I think in that context it’s clearer. No?

Hmm. It was intended to mean if you seek adventure now it will not be necessary to later regret not having done so, but it does seem to imply the opposite.
Good line but in the wrong song!
Jonathan, I sing like a cat with its tail in a mangle, but maybe someone else might want to sing it. My interest is in the music and words.
Thanks, both of you.

Bringing a gun into a house changes it.

It doesn’t matter that it’s locked away, out of sight. There’s something tangible – a weight, a tension – that comes with the knowledge of its presence, which terrifies me more than him.

He explained the gun’s for protection.

What extra protection could he need? He has his expression, his speech…his…[Read more]

Tremendous news and tremendous writing, you Author, you!

Sensible lass, your daughter …

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.

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

Fantastic news @KazG so, so pleased for you.

Fabulous. Huge congratulations.

Bloody fantastic news, Kaz! Well done xxx

Wow, Kaz. Brilliant news and really deserved!

Well done, congratulations!

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]

Hey, Baz – REALLY good to see you – and yes, it has been too long!

Hello everyone, couldn’t resist. I’ve been away too long.
Hope you enjoy my offering – Wordcount = 196.

Sting

“Bringing a gun into a house changes it.”

I opened the door – wide. The light from the house flooded onto the gravel drive towards the parked Merc. In the passenger seat. A Goon. I saw a glint from his shades when he turned away from…[Read more]