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Pain and How Despite Being an Atheist I Still Blame God Anyway

December 27, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

I’ve had severe problems (Spondylolisthesis) with my lower back since the age of twenty-four. Because of it being degenerative doctors dismissed there potentially being something wrong with the upper part too. After nine years a specialist in Bristol finally decided to get it x-rayed.

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About the Cat I Found Today

June 26, 2020September 21, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Neighbour knocked on front door earlier, thought I was M. Offer to go get M, but no, want message relayed. They aren’t social distancing from door, which I already have Continue reading →

What We Feed Cats & Why It’s Far from Purrfect

April 18, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

There’s something wrong with what we feed our cats. It isn’t secretly added or hidden from the ingredients. It’s right there on the label staring us in the face, but apparently we never see it.

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Covid-19 and What it Means for Zombies in Popular Culture

March 22, 2020September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Covid-19 will mark a momentous turning point in zombie films/TV and, for that matter, anything of a post-Apocalyptic nature. Continue reading →

Not all Capes are for Superheroes

December 14, 2019December 21, 2019 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

It’s said not all heroes wear capes; but what of non-daring-and-dashing cape wearing types: does anyone give a damn for our dilemma, the misery life is made thanks to comics, movies and TV? It’s a royal pain in the utility belt!

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Welcome to Weston: A Hitchhiker’s Guide to Quicksand and Curses

June 23, 2019November 12, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Weston-super-Mare is located on the South West coast of England, twenty-two miles from Bristol. Once a glorious Victorian seaside resort, more recently host to Banksy’s Dismaland, it has unique ways and customs found nowhere else in the West Country region, regardless of how dark and deep into it one is willing to go.

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Two Cats F**king

May 25, 2019September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

As purromised last week. Yet somehow still hot of the purress.

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Two Furking Cat Poems

May 18, 2019December 12, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

This post two furking poems about cats; next post one poem about Two Cats F**king.

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Catastrophe

February 16, 2019September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

A sad, tragic, dismal culmination of events that saw defeat snatched from the jaws of victory; the gods of genius not so much unfavourable . . . more kept at bay by a needy beast desperately determined to fulfil its own agenda. Continue reading →

How to Give Good Blog

October 27, 2018September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Everything needed to know in under one-hundred and twenty-five words. Continue reading →

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Drinking in a dingy bar by the sea, crumpled postcard from Her and World’s Biggest Ray Zero for company; then the son of a starts saying I’m cursed. Praise Be to lighting-up another smoke. Inhale, taste a foul brand: the Hex She put on me. Promised Heaven, delivered a dive nightclub Hell. Thank the Lord for liquor loving hot chicks. Though nothing compares to how it’ll feel catching up with Her.

Wanted a quick bit of business and gone. Bath had other ideas. First, battered and left for dead after a hundred heart-breaking truths. Then a Police Chief with a saggy old treasure chest of secrets to keep needs a scapegoat. Dumps me in the middle of corruption so deep it eases through bone to suck greedy at marrow. With every gun pointing my way, Hell, not even He’s gonna get me outta this one.

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