Monday, 26 August 2013
Win A Professional Critique On The Opening Of Your Novel
Over on Multi-story they are running a competition to win a professional critique of your novel opening (up to 2500 words) by Booker Prize nominated author Jim Williams. Three winners will receive an incisive critique from Jim who has had twelve novels internationally published to critical acclaim, and he describes here what he is looking for in the winning entries. Entry to the competition is open until 30th September 2013 and here are the rules.
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Thursday, 15 August 2013
GAAngsta's Paradise - an Irish rap
A little bit of Irish social commentary - (rap it in your head to the original Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio feat LV).
As I shuffle down High Street struggling for
breath
I take a look at my wife and realise she hasn’t
left - yet
Which is kinda surprising, considering what’s
been going on
With pay cuts and no hair cuts and no manicures
and so on
The wallet’s pretty empty but I guess I deserve
it
After all I’m just a gutter living, whining
public servant
Enough negative, I got a job, I should be
grateful
We ain’t eating beef steak, we gotta eat pork,
so
The kids need clothes and stuff, ’cos they
gotta look cool
But my shoes are puppy-chewed and I dress like
an old fool
A meal out these days is a trip to KFC
And the mot tries saving money at Lidl, or Aldi
We’re wasting all our lives
In Bertie and Enda’s paradise
We’ve been spending most our lives
In a self-deluded paradise
We’re wasting all our lives
In Fianna something paradise
We’ve been spending most our lives
In a paper tiger paradise
Look at the situation they got us all facing
Ain’t nothing gonna be free, gotta pay for everything
Next thing you know they’ll ban hurls in the hood
That ain’t gonna go down well at all with us
culchees
We got educated fools in the ivory tower
Got a hurl in my hand, wanna whack ’em in the
bollox
Except we don’t wanna complain, wouldn’t be
cool
Don’t wanna be a parody or appear like a tool,
no
Debt ain’t nothing but a heartbeat away
Them Argos
special offers only available til Friday
Equity is negative but I don’t give a flying
fuck
We’re staying in this house til we die
Tell me why were we so blind to see
The answer don’t lie in property
We’re wasting all our lives
In a Fianna something paradise
We’ve been spending most our lives
In a self-deluded paradise
We’re wasting all our lives
In Fianna something paradise
We’ve been spending most our lives
In a paper tiger paradise
Powers and Jameson, Jameson and Powers
Paddy Power betting, open til late hours
Playing on the Lotto, playing Euromillions
Planning out your future on improbable
statistics, yeah
You say your gonna win but you know no one who
has
You got a better chance of winning the local beauty
competition
We gotta run, we gotta play, we gotta score
Or else we’re fucked, ’cos this country’s outta
luck, bud
We’re wasting all our lives
In a Fianna something paradise
We’ve been spending most our lives
In a paper tiger paradise
We’re wasting all our lives
In a Fianna something paradise
We’ve been spending most our lives
In a self-deluded paradise
Tell me why were we so blind to see
The answer don’t lie in property
And what do we bring to the party
Negative equity
We’re wasting all our lives
In a Fianna something paradise
We’ve been spending most our lives
In a self-deluded paradise
We’re wasting all our lives
In a Fianna something paradise
We’ve been spending most our lives
In a paper tiger paradise
words © by Ruby Barnes
Note: GAA Gaelic Athletic Association
Note: GAA Gaelic Athletic Association
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Sunday, 21 July 2013
Suffer little children
How about this? My nine year-old was on a two day camp here in Ireland a few
weeks ago, with a club that shall remain nameless. Instructions to parents
included "please ensure that sun protection cream is provided."
He returned from a great time a bit sore. He does tan but it had been very hot and sunny, and his upper back was badly burnt. The adult supervisors told the kids they weren't allowed to apply sun protection to the children's skin as the rules prevent them touching the kids. Also the kids weren't supervised to apply cream to each other where they couldn't reach. My son had managed to smear sun cream on most of his body except the upper back.
We've always been so careful to avoid the kind of burning and peeling of previous generations. A couple of nights of bad sleep, after-sun lotion liberally applied, then the peeling. I was pretty angry at the time but the club was closed for summer and I soon moved on to being a grumpy old man about other things.
Today we were buying lunch at an outdoor event when a man with kids said hello to my son. He said he knew him from the camp club wotsit nameless thingy and asked me if my son had been one of the burn victims. His own son had been hospitalised with second degree burns and given morphine; things had been much worse for him than for my son. I began to express my opinions on the neglect exhibited, lack of supervision, risk to future health and the nonsense of no one exhibiting some common sense. He said he had been there but they weren't allowed to touch the kids and the kids wouldn't have applied the cream to each other.
What was today's event? It was a fundraiser for cancer.
He returned from a great time a bit sore. He does tan but it had been very hot and sunny, and his upper back was badly burnt. The adult supervisors told the kids they weren't allowed to apply sun protection to the children's skin as the rules prevent them touching the kids. Also the kids weren't supervised to apply cream to each other where they couldn't reach. My son had managed to smear sun cream on most of his body except the upper back.
We've always been so careful to avoid the kind of burning and peeling of previous generations. A couple of nights of bad sleep, after-sun lotion liberally applied, then the peeling. I was pretty angry at the time but the club was closed for summer and I soon moved on to being a grumpy old man about other things.
Today we were buying lunch at an outdoor event when a man with kids said hello to my son. He said he knew him from the camp club wotsit nameless thingy and asked me if my son had been one of the burn victims. His own son had been hospitalised with second degree burns and given morphine; things had been much worse for him than for my son. I began to express my opinions on the neglect exhibited, lack of supervision, risk to future health and the nonsense of no one exhibiting some common sense. He said he had been there but they weren't allowed to touch the kids and the kids wouldn't have applied the cream to each other.
What was today's event? It was a fundraiser for cancer.
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Ireland,
melanoma,
political correctness,
Ruby Barnes,
skin cancer,
suffer little children,
sun factor,
sun protection,
sunburn,
sunscreen
Saturday, 13 July 2013
Out of the Mouths of Babes #poem
Weird Sounds
by Eoin, age 9
Kilkenny, Ireland
The quietest sound in the world must be
An ant trying to crawl into the sea.
The saddest sound in the world must be
A dog whining because he wants his tea.
The funniest sound in the world must be
a person burping as loud as me.
The loudest sound in the world must be
someone screaming like a banshee.
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Thursday, 4 July 2013
Grabbing the Knife by its Edge - #Goodreads paperback giveaway
Marble City Publishing is doing a Goodreads Giveaway of two paperback copies of the Knife Edge Anthology. This collection of twenty-five crime / thriller / mystery / suspense stories has had a great reception in online bookstores and all profits go to the children's literacy charity Booktrust.org. There are twenty-three writers involved including Marble City authors (Jim Williams, yours truly and others) and winners from the recent genre competition at multi-story.co.uk. Click below to enter the giveaway.
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Booktrust,
crime fiction,
giveaway,
goodreads,
Jim Williams,
knife edge anthology,
multi-story.co.uk,
Ruby Barnes,
short fiction,
short stories
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