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Chapter 2
Beginning to End

This is the story of my life. I trust that my words will create the pictures in your mind that will enrich my story with a reality that befits them. Picture me any way you will, but at least picture me wild, for in the beginning of this story I was wild. The end will come to pass in due course, along with all of its consequences, but for the time being, I must tell you about the very beginning: Oftentimes, the telling of an event – the story – is the only way to find… Continue

Welcome to The Book of The Birth. With the gallery of your mind now full of images from www.thebirth.co.uk , you are invited to read chapters of The Book as they mysteriously emerge with into the social network .
Chapter 1 is already posted for you to read in full. Chapter 2 launches on 1st April

ABOUT THE BOOK:

Following an accident at work - and inspired by the pregnancy and birth of her first child, the… Continue

Expect the worst: I’ve just been cut out of what was promising to be a dead cert on Texas Holdem – all for a ‘phone call from my Nan, asking me to save all my margarine tubs. Oh yes. I’m serious.

There was some divine cyber shuffling going on in my favour, let me tell you because the deal was holy as the grail. The kind of deal that turns blind faith into a stigmata, as you see the proof, just for one precious moment, that life gives you what you need when you are ready to receive it: The simpl… Continue

Chapter 1
Man to Man

“It’s a sad-but-true fact that boys are not allowed to have anything real, or imaginary inside them. Hence the gargoylian facial contortions of men as they “make connections” and “network”. Send out an emotional depth-charge into the innermost part of a man’s being and the echoes in his throat as he tries to call up something tangible, will haunt you like a daytime T.V. Interior Design Challenge. We keep it all at surface level: It’s called our “feminine side” and quite fra… Continue

Chapter 4
Mouth to Mouth
“The world of romance seems to have been boiled down like cow gum: A sticky residue of sexual wants; a veritable Venus Flytrap Stew with a glut of carnal dumplings that all but the Marquis de Sade would find themselves choking on if they tried to swallow.”

Chapter 5
Eye to Eye
“Throughout these sluggish years, I have experienced mere pellets of progress, manifested in the world through dreams. Far too many beautiful dreams become dark nightmares: From the damp fumblings… Continue