It wasn't me. But yes, I think when the bum was walking it must have been much like continual blinking. Nice one for giving it a read, Liz, and leaving a comment - much appreciated.
Interesting, shades of Douglas Adams, reminiscent of his description of a Sperm Whale coming to terms with his sudden existence whilst plummeting to his inevitable demise above an unknown planet………but a Bum?
Thank you for giving it a read and leaving a comment. Appreciated as always. I wanted something ridiculous to play with. Hmm, that doesn't sound great in this context. I'm sticking with it though. There may even be a part two. I lost 7 subscribers after uploading this. You've got to separate the wheat from the chaff somehow, I guess.
Cheers Dennis. Same here. Indulging in making the stupid, sublime here. I'm not sure too many people felt the same. There's no doubt it's a sad story. There's a novel my the Marquis de Sade called 'Justine, or the Misfortunes of Virtue,' which in parts, and certainly the ending has a childishness about it - not an immaturity though - which has always fascinated me. Lost a load of subscribers though, so I'm doing something right. Thanks for reading it and leaving a comment, much appreciated.
Political reasons I think. It's highly annoying, though - I've lost a lot that I kept stored there, including your e-mails. I saw your last video. If I can be of any help I'll pm you my details (if I can pm on here).
I escaped for a few minutes, and yes, it's about a bum, but I felt an affinity to that bum. I wondered how it got there, where it might live, what it has for breakfast - does it even eat? The anguish it felt from what the two men did to the bum - the cheek of it! Gedddit? I felt sorry for it. Within that story I was building my own little world around it's character. And that's what you always manage to do so well; stir the imagination, expand on the narrative in your head, create visions...however strange.
The story reminded me of a couple of South Park episodes where the characters faces are bums - you might know of them.
Ironically, the half seats you sometimes get in a tube carriage on the underground, that you can't really sit on comfortably, but takes the weight off your feet, are called 'bum rests'. Maybe somebody somewhere has an affinity for a bum on the underground too.
Yo! I don't know why I wrote this at all. I don't know why I write most things until I've written them, or am writing them. But although it's about a bum, I realised quite early on that it's dripping in allegory, and from then on it was quite the wrangle to maintain said allegory, develop them and yet not expose them and kill it. Almost more like a test of how stupid can something be that actually means something people can identify with. Did I succeed, who knows, but I'm happy with it. Thanks for giving it a read, Emma, and taking the time to leave a comment. Much appreciated.
That was trippy. I haven't been on here for ages, I'll have to visit more, that was funny. I couldn't help but think, " Either Danger' has dropped a tab, and let out some deep seated self hatred on the keyboard. Or someone has called him a bum on the train and this is his reaction to their inadequate childish insult." Probably neither, but I like to make up stories in my head..so..
Always love Dangerfield, hope your doing OK.
Not sure if you remember my very succinct version of my life story I once sent you, in fact im certain you won't. Its probably one of many of a similar vein. Anyway, I've finally stopped taking sm&ck. It's taken me 18yrs. 10 years of hell, two lost parents 3 grandparents. And 8 years of functioning on it/working getting into a relationship and getting married, having kids (not in that order). It's early days, like 10 weeks almost. Please tell me it gets easier to cope, emotionally. I'm not used to feelings, I don't like them.
First - thanks for giving it a read. But the important part - well done on stopping the smack. You chose to take it, and when you'd really had enough, you chose to stop. I know what that's like, it's not easy, but wow, you did it, you got through it. And yes, it does get easier, it's really early days. Your brain chemistry has a load of readjusting to do, and 10 weeks is very early days . But in my experience, it doesn't just become easier, it becomes better. Your relationships become stronger, more real. Your kids, whatever age will do well from this change. The thing about heroin, is although it kills the pain, it does so at the cost of real, profound, life-affirming joy. And one day in the future you'll feel one of those moments, and you'll not want to give it up for anything. Pain is part of life, accept it, roll with it. Proud of you, lad. Go live your life, it's the next chapter.
Mr Palmer. You have correctly identified the stolen lines. And yes, I had to change the meetings, I couldn't have myself on record saying too many right wing meetings, that's just not cricket. My novel (yeah, I know) has untold stolen lyrics, film dialogues, biblical rips. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I've written any of it. It's a world of quotations stolen from a world of quotations. Anyway, I should be writing that now and not this. Thanks for giving it a pop and leaving a comment. Enjoy your weekend.
Thanks for this one. Confusing because the more ridiculous it became, the more I felt for the bum, which is a touch dissonant, to say the least. Also, I want more. I think I could read say 80 pages about the bum. A story of otherness and difference, of trying to get through life, but you made it ludicrous, without making it stupid. More like this, please.
I may well write more of this. Eighty pages though, I doubt it. But who knows? I'm glad you felt something for the bum. It's a tragic tale, told by an idiot, without much sound or fury, but signifying something. Thank you for giving it a read and leaving a comment. Also, the plural of 'anus' is 'ani'. I learned that on the way.
This story is ridiculous. A sentient bum navigating the London Underground. But as usual, and where your real strength lies, is blending toilet humour with existential musings. The darkly hilarious climax and the bum's dream of a “Land of Happy Bums” left me amused and unsettled. It’s gross, clever, and oddly human, pushing boundaries with wit and originality. I love your drug tales, but they are your bread and butter. These more risk-taking shorts keep me guessing from start to finish, and will no doubt make your bread and butter even better. Cheers.
That first line had me worried, but it shouldn't have since the story is ridiculous, but I'm glad you saw what I was at least trying to do. Many didn't with this one - which is sometimes quite reassuring. You make a great point regarding my bread and butter, and I was a little bit concerned that I was making public some writing practice, rather than an actual short story. But then, it's all practice, I guess. Anyway, thank you for giving it a read, Mark, and leaving a well considered comment. Much appreciated.
Hello Matt. Yes, I had very little understanding of why I wrote this until I'd finished, and then the analysis began. It's allegory - the story told between the sound of a fart and it's smell. Yeah. Anyway, always appreciate you giving time to my writing and leaving a comment. Maintain excellence.
Someone asked to read mr dangerfield stuff as they felt to close to him to be objective…if your going to call yourself a great writer you must be able to back it up,and he can’t…the bum story is just someone trying to clever,when sadly they are not,it’s behind the sofa cringe level of writing…his family and friends don’t do him any favours by stroking his ego when knowing his writing levels are very low…it’s like when you watch a talent show and the person entering believes they are the best singer ever,and when they open their mouth they are tone death….this the tone death of writing…you can’t make yourself a great writer by saying it,you either are or you are not and this definitely are not..
So when you were clenching your glutes you were effectively blinking lol
It wasn't me. But yes, I think when the bum was walking it must have been much like continual blinking. Nice one for giving it a read, Liz, and leaving a comment - much appreciated.
Interesting, shades of Douglas Adams, reminiscent of his description of a Sperm Whale coming to terms with his sudden existence whilst plummeting to his inevitable demise above an unknown planet………but a Bum?
Thank you for giving it a read and leaving a comment. Appreciated as always. I wanted something ridiculous to play with. Hmm, that doesn't sound great in this context. I'm sticking with it though. There may even be a part two. I lost 7 subscribers after uploading this. You've got to separate the wheat from the chaff somehow, I guess.
I like this one. I was cheering the bum on and the eventual bumming at the end made me sad.
Cheers Dennis. Same here. Indulging in making the stupid, sublime here. I'm not sure too many people felt the same. There's no doubt it's a sad story. There's a novel my the Marquis de Sade called 'Justine, or the Misfortunes of Virtue,' which in parts, and certainly the ending has a childishness about it - not an immaturity though - which has always fascinated me. Lost a load of subscribers though, so I'm doing something right. Thanks for reading it and leaving a comment, much appreciated.
Have you read the latest Houellebecq btw? I didn't mean to lose you on Skype, btw. I got kicked out of my Hotmail.
Why did you get kicked out of hotmail?
Political reasons I think. It's highly annoying, though - I've lost a lot that I kept stored there, including your e-mails. I saw your last video. If I can be of any help I'll pm you my details (if I can pm on here).
I have not had time for reading. But it will certainly be the first novel I read when I finish mine.
I lost your email cos obviously I can't access my emails.
How come you lost a load of subscribers on this one?
Oh, it's a good thing. Who wants to be a writer for everyone?
A great kooky little tale!
I escaped for a few minutes, and yes, it's about a bum, but I felt an affinity to that bum. I wondered how it got there, where it might live, what it has for breakfast - does it even eat? The anguish it felt from what the two men did to the bum - the cheek of it! Gedddit? I felt sorry for it. Within that story I was building my own little world around it's character. And that's what you always manage to do so well; stir the imagination, expand on the narrative in your head, create visions...however strange.
The story reminded me of a couple of South Park episodes where the characters faces are bums - you might know of them.
Ironically, the half seats you sometimes get in a tube carriage on the underground, that you can't really sit on comfortably, but takes the weight off your feet, are called 'bum rests'. Maybe somebody somewhere has an affinity for a bum on the underground too.
Cheers for the short but sweet enjoyment, Chris.
Yo! I don't know why I wrote this at all. I don't know why I write most things until I've written them, or am writing them. But although it's about a bum, I realised quite early on that it's dripping in allegory, and from then on it was quite the wrangle to maintain said allegory, develop them and yet not expose them and kill it. Almost more like a test of how stupid can something be that actually means something people can identify with. Did I succeed, who knows, but I'm happy with it. Thanks for giving it a read, Emma, and taking the time to leave a comment. Much appreciated.
That was trippy. I haven't been on here for ages, I'll have to visit more, that was funny. I couldn't help but think, " Either Danger' has dropped a tab, and let out some deep seated self hatred on the keyboard. Or someone has called him a bum on the train and this is his reaction to their inadequate childish insult." Probably neither, but I like to make up stories in my head..so..
Always love Dangerfield, hope your doing OK.
Not sure if you remember my very succinct version of my life story I once sent you, in fact im certain you won't. Its probably one of many of a similar vein. Anyway, I've finally stopped taking sm&ck. It's taken me 18yrs. 10 years of hell, two lost parents 3 grandparents. And 8 years of functioning on it/working getting into a relationship and getting married, having kids (not in that order). It's early days, like 10 weeks almost. Please tell me it gets easier to cope, emotionally. I'm not used to feelings, I don't like them.
Blessings Mr. D.
mbgarner.
First - thanks for giving it a read. But the important part - well done on stopping the smack. You chose to take it, and when you'd really had enough, you chose to stop. I know what that's like, it's not easy, but wow, you did it, you got through it. And yes, it does get easier, it's really early days. Your brain chemistry has a load of readjusting to do, and 10 weeks is very early days . But in my experience, it doesn't just become easier, it becomes better. Your relationships become stronger, more real. Your kids, whatever age will do well from this change. The thing about heroin, is although it kills the pain, it does so at the cost of real, profound, life-affirming joy. And one day in the future you'll feel one of those moments, and you'll not want to give it up for anything. Pain is part of life, accept it, roll with it. Proud of you, lad. Go live your life, it's the next chapter.
I enjoyed this 'quicky'! Nice bit of the Jam i there, too... and, was that a lyric change in the meetings?
Keep em cummin', bruv! Big big love!
Mr Palmer. You have correctly identified the stolen lines. And yes, I had to change the meetings, I couldn't have myself on record saying too many right wing meetings, that's just not cricket. My novel (yeah, I know) has untold stolen lyrics, film dialogues, biblical rips. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I've written any of it. It's a world of quotations stolen from a world of quotations. Anyway, I should be writing that now and not this. Thanks for giving it a pop and leaving a comment. Enjoy your weekend.
Thanks for this one. Confusing because the more ridiculous it became, the more I felt for the bum, which is a touch dissonant, to say the least. Also, I want more. I think I could read say 80 pages about the bum. A story of otherness and difference, of trying to get through life, but you made it ludicrous, without making it stupid. More like this, please.
I may well write more of this. Eighty pages though, I doubt it. But who knows? I'm glad you felt something for the bum. It's a tragic tale, told by an idiot, without much sound or fury, but signifying something. Thank you for giving it a read and leaving a comment. Also, the plural of 'anus' is 'ani'. I learned that on the way.
This story is ridiculous. A sentient bum navigating the London Underground. But as usual, and where your real strength lies, is blending toilet humour with existential musings. The darkly hilarious climax and the bum's dream of a “Land of Happy Bums” left me amused and unsettled. It’s gross, clever, and oddly human, pushing boundaries with wit and originality. I love your drug tales, but they are your bread and butter. These more risk-taking shorts keep me guessing from start to finish, and will no doubt make your bread and butter even better. Cheers.
That first line had me worried, but it shouldn't have since the story is ridiculous, but I'm glad you saw what I was at least trying to do. Many didn't with this one - which is sometimes quite reassuring. You make a great point regarding my bread and butter, and I was a little bit concerned that I was making public some writing practice, rather than an actual short story. But then, it's all practice, I guess. Anyway, thank you for giving it a read, Mark, and leaving a well considered comment. Much appreciated.
The imagination worked overtime on this one! Thank god we don’t have eyes down there. The Land of Bums is probably Diddy’s house. Always a fun read.
Hello Matt. Yes, I had very little understanding of why I wrote this until I'd finished, and then the analysis began. It's allegory - the story told between the sound of a fart and it's smell. Yeah. Anyway, always appreciate you giving time to my writing and leaving a comment. Maintain excellence.
Stop arsing around Chris
Sorry, too much crack.
Someone asked to read mr dangerfield stuff as they felt to close to him to be objective…if your going to call yourself a great writer you must be able to back it up,and he can’t…the bum story is just someone trying to clever,when sadly they are not,it’s behind the sofa cringe level of writing…his family and friends don’t do him any favours by stroking his ego when knowing his writing levels are very low…it’s like when you watch a talent show and the person entering believes they are the best singer ever,and when they open their mouth they are tone death….this the tone death of writing…you can’t make yourself a great writer by saying it,you either are or you are not and this definitely are not..
Yeah, it's not for everyone.
'Tone death' though.
I know. Bless him.