Trevor Trover truly tasted terror transporting tricky TNT through tantalisingly tarnished tracks trashing tractors, trains totally ......
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Not at all serious this time, but can you tell a story with the same letter at the beginning of each word!
Monday, June 27, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Beginnings No.11 Jerry Popovitch 22nd June
Jerry Popovitch had set himself a simple task that day in Autumn. Get on the train in Berwick on Tweed, where his estranged wife Adriana now lived and with whom he had spent a not unpleasant weekend, trying to revive the marriage, and return to London taking his new camera with him and trying an experiment, utilising one of its features that intrigued him.
The idea was simple, as the train now hurtled, sometimes at 125mph through stations, he would take a picture at 1/6000th of a second at each and every station, not actually seeing what he had taken at the time of taking. He would resist the temptation to look at what the camera had seen until he got home to his Chelsea (now bachelor) pad.
He arrived at Kings Cross and still resisting the temptation to peak, he headed home via the Piccadilly Line then the Circle Line and got out at Sloane Square, which was a short walk from his Lower Sloane Street first floor flat. He made a coffee using his beloved Nespresso machine and plugged the SD Card into his PC and imported the pictures using Lightroom 3, adding a shot of Cognac to the coffee as he pressed the button on the Slideshow option then settled into his Eames chair to see what the experiment had come up with.
At the very first image he blinked, the second had him gasping and at the third he fainted! Waking up a few minutes later he looked at all 23 pictures one after another. In each of them, Adriana walked from left to right across to a man, he sort of recognised and in a very relaxed and familiar way finally held his hand and in the final image walked through the turnstile and out of the station which he then noticed was Hatfield with a sign showing the day, date and time which was today! The images of the two ran like a perfect movie, with the background in perfect clarity caught at 6,000th of a second and was at a different station each time and they were all ones they had actually passed only a hour and half ago.
At that moment the phone rang, and a voice that brought a chill down his back, because it connected with that recognised but not remembered man, spoke. Jerry, I say Jerry, don't be alarmed, spoken in a sickeningly Etonian, Blues and Royals sort of voice we know what you have just seen and have called to say .....................
Over to you ...................
The idea was simple, as the train now hurtled, sometimes at 125mph through stations, he would take a picture at 1/6000th of a second at each and every station, not actually seeing what he had taken at the time of taking. He would resist the temptation to look at what the camera had seen until he got home to his Chelsea (now bachelor) pad.
He arrived at Kings Cross and still resisting the temptation to peak, he headed home via the Piccadilly Line then the Circle Line and got out at Sloane Square, which was a short walk from his Lower Sloane Street first floor flat. He made a coffee using his beloved Nespresso machine and plugged the SD Card into his PC and imported the pictures using Lightroom 3, adding a shot of Cognac to the coffee as he pressed the button on the Slideshow option then settled into his Eames chair to see what the experiment had come up with.
At the very first image he blinked, the second had him gasping and at the third he fainted! Waking up a few minutes later he looked at all 23 pictures one after another. In each of them, Adriana walked from left to right across to a man, he sort of recognised and in a very relaxed and familiar way finally held his hand and in the final image walked through the turnstile and out of the station which he then noticed was Hatfield with a sign showing the day, date and time which was today! The images of the two ran like a perfect movie, with the background in perfect clarity caught at 6,000th of a second and was at a different station each time and they were all ones they had actually passed only a hour and half ago.
At that moment the phone rang, and a voice that brought a chill down his back, because it connected with that recognised but not remembered man, spoke. Jerry, I say Jerry, don't be alarmed, spoken in a sickeningly Etonian, Blues and Royals sort of voice we know what you have just seen and have called to say .....................
Over to you ...................
Friday, June 17, 2011
Beginnings No. 10 Vandervell 17th June
Vandervell ate humble pie. Since submitting his paper on Malthusian aspects of Drosophila melanogaster fly populations, he had realised he had got it sooooo wrong. It was embarrassing. His twist on it had been a leap into the dark - right down a well! into deep water!!
By using quantum techniques to adapt sections of DNA in the fast breeding population combined with quantum computing techniques the plan had been to use the flies themselves as a quantum computer to monitor their eating habits and their fight for ever dwindling food resources and see how this might limit the population.
Talk about the law of unexpected consequences!!. The behaviour that emerged, and it now appeared that it was too late to stop it, was now a booming population of flies that had a combined super intelligence - a living quantum computer, which was very good, need I say it frighteningly good and coldly calculating at finding food for itself and investing in exponentially growing the power of its intellect to do so.
Vandervell now sat and trembled before the combined might of the worlds oversight committees of the sciences, the food commission, the computing societies, ethics, human rights, animal rights, even the Drosophila melanogaster society! Who all wanted his blood, literally and figuratively in economic, financial, custodial and terminal senses.
Judge Aragon "shredder" Fairman III presided over the unruly mob filling the hall of the United Nations building while billions watched on TV as the humming and buzzing sound grew larger and larger, air conditioning ducts coughed and fell into silence and the light slowly failed.
In a quiet voice that surprisingly filled the room and caused a murmer of anticipation and shifting of seats, he said "I have an idea, that could turn into a plan, that becomes a course of action, which if implemented worldwide in an astoundingly co-ordinated way with awesome speed, skill and timing could ....."
Over to you ............................................
By using quantum techniques to adapt sections of DNA in the fast breeding population combined with quantum computing techniques the plan had been to use the flies themselves as a quantum computer to monitor their eating habits and their fight for ever dwindling food resources and see how this might limit the population.
Talk about the law of unexpected consequences!!. The behaviour that emerged, and it now appeared that it was too late to stop it, was now a booming population of flies that had a combined super intelligence - a living quantum computer, which was very good, need I say it frighteningly good and coldly calculating at finding food for itself and investing in exponentially growing the power of its intellect to do so.
Vandervell now sat and trembled before the combined might of the worlds oversight committees of the sciences, the food commission, the computing societies, ethics, human rights, animal rights, even the Drosophila melanogaster society! Who all wanted his blood, literally and figuratively in economic, financial, custodial and terminal senses.
Judge Aragon "shredder" Fairman III presided over the unruly mob filling the hall of the United Nations building while billions watched on TV as the humming and buzzing sound grew larger and larger, air conditioning ducts coughed and fell into silence and the light slowly failed.
In a quiet voice that surprisingly filled the room and caused a murmer of anticipation and shifting of seats, he said "I have an idea, that could turn into a plan, that becomes a course of action, which if implemented worldwide in an astoundingly co-ordinated way with awesome speed, skill and timing could ....."
Over to you ............................................
Monday, June 13, 2011
Beginnings no.9 Arbuthnot 13th June
Arbuthnot pressed the huge brass doorbell to the right of the imposing black door and heard the tinkle of a bell echoing down what sounded like a very, very, very,did I say?! very!! long corridor. He shuddered involuntarily as what sounded suspiciously like a wolf, howled somewhere in the distance and started wondering why the hell, he had turned left four miles back rather than right, as he had left his broken down AC Cobra by the side of the road near Much Cheeping under Wallow, the bijoux Cotswolds village he had just spent a day in with Falkoyana Struzz Fitzherbert, his date for the day, who he had met in slightly mysterious circumstances in a dodgy club in Marbella, four days previously.
Now through the door, he heard footsteps, a long way away, echoing and re-echoing down the dark corridor (how did he already know it was dark, dank and smelling of .... no don't go there he thought) and he half turned to leave, but something nameless held him rooted to the spot. Those distant steps now seemed to drum into his ears like pile drivers and had a sharpness and screeching sound that made him feel nauseous, but there was something sexy in all this that fascinated and disturbed him at the same time.
He had left Falkoyana, in the car, yet somehow he now felt it was she who would open the door and the thought of those long legs, the exquisite blond hair and blue, blue eyes gave him courage. The door suddenly was pulled open with astonishing energy, there was a flash of blond hair, Louboutins with impossibly high heels, a powerful scent and .........................
Over to you ......................
Now through the door, he heard footsteps, a long way away, echoing and re-echoing down the dark corridor (how did he already know it was dark, dank and smelling of .... no don't go there he thought) and he half turned to leave, but something nameless held him rooted to the spot. Those distant steps now seemed to drum into his ears like pile drivers and had a sharpness and screeching sound that made him feel nauseous, but there was something sexy in all this that fascinated and disturbed him at the same time.
He had left Falkoyana, in the car, yet somehow he now felt it was she who would open the door and the thought of those long legs, the exquisite blond hair and blue, blue eyes gave him courage. The door suddenly was pulled open with astonishing energy, there was a flash of blond hair, Louboutins with impossibly high heels, a powerful scent and .........................
Over to you ......................
Friday, June 3, 2011
Beginnings No.8 Trudie Two-Shoes 3rd June
Trudie Two Shoes hopped down the steep lane, humming to herself. her shoes flashed passed each other, one bright red on her left foot, a shiny Ferragamo loafer with a gold band on the heel, the second a dark blue suede loafer from Gucci with a gold stirrup at the front.
The favela in Rio de Janeiro where she had spent 7 tough years growing up, was not noted for chic shoe stores and she had been one of the first of her friends to have any shoes at all, by scavenging the city dump at the bottom of the hill, finding the mismatched pair, alongside other chic children's clothes from Ralph Lauren and Versace, thrown away by the samba star whose massive villa sprawled alongside the dump and whose 8 children, always had the latest fashions and threw the old (sometimes two days old!) over the wall without a thought as soon as something newer became available.
Trudie had had to act fast and beat Graziella to the shoes and earned the nickname Two-Shoes when she proudly wore them from then on. This ostentation had caught the eye of Eduardo, the local drug dealers son, who at eight years was already earning a fearsome reputation. His foot shot out from behind a dustbin filled with rotting vegetables and Trudie shot into the air and to his amazement and that of all his cronies lounging around him, she performed a perfect somersault, whilst managing to give him the finger, landing on one foot then transferring to the other, without a sound. At that point she gave a glorious tinkling laugh and vanished down the alley and was sitting in Pedro's bar two minutes later sipping a coke with a note she had lifted from Eduardo's top pocket, whilst distracted by her gymnastics.
A moment later the door flew open and Eduardo's father, Jose, all 6ft 9inches of him, all muscle and not so repressed violence barged in and ..................
Over to you ........................
The favela in Rio de Janeiro where she had spent 7 tough years growing up, was not noted for chic shoe stores and she had been one of the first of her friends to have any shoes at all, by scavenging the city dump at the bottom of the hill, finding the mismatched pair, alongside other chic children's clothes from Ralph Lauren and Versace, thrown away by the samba star whose massive villa sprawled alongside the dump and whose 8 children, always had the latest fashions and threw the old (sometimes two days old!) over the wall without a thought as soon as something newer became available.
Trudie had had to act fast and beat Graziella to the shoes and earned the nickname Two-Shoes when she proudly wore them from then on. This ostentation had caught the eye of Eduardo, the local drug dealers son, who at eight years was already earning a fearsome reputation. His foot shot out from behind a dustbin filled with rotting vegetables and Trudie shot into the air and to his amazement and that of all his cronies lounging around him, she performed a perfect somersault, whilst managing to give him the finger, landing on one foot then transferring to the other, without a sound. At that point she gave a glorious tinkling laugh and vanished down the alley and was sitting in Pedro's bar two minutes later sipping a coke with a note she had lifted from Eduardo's top pocket, whilst distracted by her gymnastics.
A moment later the door flew open and Eduardo's father, Jose, all 6ft 9inches of him, all muscle and not so repressed violence barged in and ..................
Over to you ........................
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Beginnings No 7. Antoni Cryczuk 1st June
Antoni Cryzuk staggered into the room, blood running down his face, bumped into a shocked Samantha, who in turn spilled her drink on Georg, a man known to be super sensitive about his clothes and true to form, turned and biffed her, hard in the mouth!!
Silence reigned for a full 10 seconds, then Antoni ran to Samantha, lifted her to her feet, smothered her in apologies and kisses and kicked Georg hard, extremely hard in the balls, setting off a whole new chain of events, which was ultimately to change the course of parliamentary history.
It had all began 3 hours, 12 minutes and 34 seconds earlier when Antoni, realising he was late for the ministerial briefing, ran across the road from Westminster tube without looking left, let alone right - BIG mistake HUGE!! He crashed over the Ferrari of all posh prams, the The Twin Techno Maclaren buggie with fitted Universal Packer and Bumper Bar containing Fiona and Cedric Malmaison-Egerton Smythe no less under the tender care of the most formidable Mayfair nanny of them all, Fluella Ramsbottom. She packed a punch that had sorted out four paratroopers having a little fun in Soho, only three nights ago - and that was for simply looking at her, a certain way! This was nothing like that, this was serious - her charges had been endangered, nay possibly injured.
She let out a war whoop and let fly. Antoni felt he had been hit by a truck, which in fact he nearly had been and that would have been preferable, as he returned to the pavement he had left a moment earlier, but now faster and nearly a foot off the ground, his peripheral vision sort of recognised Fluella and made the connection with the Prime Minister, whose sister Fluella in fact was! to top it all, Georg was the estranged step father of Fluella a fact few people knew. What a complex web we weave.
Now Randy Ramsbottom was on his way to the conference Antoni had been hurrying to - on Road Safety where some very contentious proposals were to be discussed with the public hoping for a balanced conclusion to be reached.
Over to you ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Silence reigned for a full 10 seconds, then Antoni ran to Samantha, lifted her to her feet, smothered her in apologies and kisses and kicked Georg hard, extremely hard in the balls, setting off a whole new chain of events, which was ultimately to change the course of parliamentary history.
It had all began 3 hours, 12 minutes and 34 seconds earlier when Antoni, realising he was late for the ministerial briefing, ran across the road from Westminster tube without looking left, let alone right - BIG mistake HUGE!! He crashed over the Ferrari of all posh prams, the The Twin Techno Maclaren buggie with fitted Universal Packer and Bumper Bar containing Fiona and Cedric Malmaison-Egerton Smythe no less under the tender care of the most formidable Mayfair nanny of them all, Fluella Ramsbottom. She packed a punch that had sorted out four paratroopers having a little fun in Soho, only three nights ago - and that was for simply looking at her, a certain way! This was nothing like that, this was serious - her charges had been endangered, nay possibly injured.
She let out a war whoop and let fly. Antoni felt he had been hit by a truck, which in fact he nearly had been and that would have been preferable, as he returned to the pavement he had left a moment earlier, but now faster and nearly a foot off the ground, his peripheral vision sort of recognised Fluella and made the connection with the Prime Minister, whose sister Fluella in fact was! to top it all, Georg was the estranged step father of Fluella a fact few people knew. What a complex web we weave.
Now Randy Ramsbottom was on his way to the conference Antoni had been hurrying to - on Road Safety where some very contentious proposals were to be discussed with the public hoping for a balanced conclusion to be reached.
Over to you ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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