The Non-stop Dancer is available

Ladies and Gentlemen, and all of you that are bored as you shuttle between work and polling stations, I have some good news, I can offer you something to read.

To commemorate the wonderful day in which the nation of Great Britain gets to choose between a turd sandwich, a turd roll, a turd panini and a turd baguette, I have decided to publish a #Brexit themed short story entitled ‘The Non-stop Dancer’.

For those of you that do eBooks you can get it here from #Smashwords

For those of that think you are man enough to read it in one go(it takes around 26 minutes) you can read it here on #Medium

And for those of that don’t eBook and would like to read it in digestible chunks, you can read it here on #Wattpad

All that’s left for me to say is go forth and read it.  If you like it, share it.  And if you love it, or hate it, you let me know what you think by leaving a review right here on #Goodreads

Enjoy

 

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The Non-Stop Dancer Preview

As promised, page 1 of ‘The Non-Stop Dancer’

In the beginning…

The light fantastic swayed before him, pulling him closer, like a semi-drunk date at a high school dance. He raised his arms to the ceiling and closed his eyes. The rhythm held him, and shook him to the core, a tsunami of life, a margarita of triumph, riding a wave of consciousness to the steady shores of understanding.

The colours danced before his very eyes, twisting and spinning, and turning and groaning, like a kaleidoscopic yogi dead set on impressing a much younger student. His legs, legs that resembled chicken drumsticks upon closer inspection, moved on their own, an entity separate from the motors that drove him. The arms that flailed before him, drew celestial shapes in front of him.

The dancer was no longer mortal, no long human, he had transposed, he had reached a new level, he was electric. He plucked items from the imagination of the carbon dioxide that surrounded him as his heart pumped a heady rhythm. There were big fish, there were little fish, there were cardboard boxes. It was the sermon on the mount, and he was Jesus, he was hope, the light and our salvation.

And the Lord said ‘let there be light’ and there was.

To celebrate the forthcoming election I will publish ‘The Non-Stop Dancer’ on June 8th.  Check back here on the day to find out how to get your copy.

 

The Non-stop Dancer Cover Reveal

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When Britain was still Great, one man started to dance, and passersby started to join him.  Find out how one man’s movements became a movement.

To celebrate the forthcoming election I will publish ‘The Non-Stop Dancer’ on June 8th.  Check back here on the day to find out how to get your copy.

 

The Non-Stop Dancer Trailer

To celebrate the forthcoming election I will publish ‘The Non-Stop Dancer’ on June 8th.  Check back here on the day to find out how to get your copy.

 

The Politics of Hate

As my country stumbles towards a new general election which offers the opportunity to choose between a turd sandwich, a turd roll, a turd wrap or a turd baguette I find myself somewhat befuddled by the archaic manner in which many people see the world.  The days of the political spectrum are long gone, thus it is amazing to witness the death of the idealists.

The people of the United Kingdom are being asked to choose between the party that wishes to murder foxes with dogs, a party that hates jews, a party that hates gay people, a party that hates foreigners and a party that nobody knows anything about other than the fact that they want to save the planet.  It largely is an election fought between contemptible arseholes obsessed with hatred and a bunch of hippy vegans.  For the first time in my life, it is not the vegans that concern me.

The politics of division are in no way a new idea.  It is an idea as old as building straight roads, watching men fight to the death and orgies.  And yet it is a pattern that is visible and repeating itself across the globe as political parties have realised that it is easier to unite people in hatred than to plan a manifesto of substance and that in itself will prove to be the beginning of the problems of tomorrow.

After last year’s Brexit referendum I wrote a short allegorical story.  By the time I had finished it no longer felt quite relevant.  Yet, here we are again.  Eleven months later the politics of fear and scaremongering have returned.  And suddenly the same reasons which compelled me to write the story are relevant again, meaning that I only have one option:

To celebrate the forthcoming election I will publish ‘The Non-Stop Dancer’ on June 8th.  Check back here on the day to find out how to get your copy.

 

 

 

 

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