The child screaming in the block of public toilets
Echoes just like the children loaded into APCs
At the village where Willard meets Kilgore
The toilets much like the Americans care
Seeming to offer help from afar
But demanding their twenty pence worth
In smaller signage once the needy are there Continue reading
Weston-super-Mare
The Incarnation of God Who DID Visit Weston-super-Mare
While it’s safe to say Jesus Christ didn’t visit Weston-super-Mare, what about anyone else thought an incarnation of God by followers of a religion?
How about that incarnation of God also being someone once given weapons and ammunition by the Nazis with which to fight a war?
Or to up the ante more so, the person not only being black, but in the same year—2020—as the much covered throwing of Edward Colston’s statue into Bristol Harbour, one of this individual got smashed to bits in a London park with hardly a mention in the press?
Did Jesus Christ Visit Weston-super-Mare?
After posting about the curse on Weston-super-Mare, I’ve received many an interesting email. One, from Vivian Gallaher, caught the eye as it listed a number of other legends involving Weston, some previously heard of, while others not.
Using current circumstances, I took the opportunity to investigate them further, asking locals their knowledge of and take on, to again piece together an overview of each, before looking to see what evidence for or against can be found.
First up: did Jesus Christ visit Weston-super-Mare?
Continue readingWelcome to Weston: A Hitchhiker’s Guide to Quicksand and Curses
I visited Weston-super-Mare for the first time in the mid Nineties. It was a long bank holiday weekend. I’d gone with a friend who had family there. He’d lived there for a while when young.
The friend had two reasons for asking me: I had wheels to get there; having someone to go drinking with beat sitting round with his mum and stepdad for four days.
It worked. We were meant to stay with them four nights. Though, such were the attractions of Weston it only ended up being one. Maybe two, memory’s a little hazy. There was definitely a making a point of going back specifically for a roast dinner, grabbing a shower then shooting off down the pub again; my memory might be counting that as a night.
If you like pubs, by which I mean the traditional old British style pub, full and buzzing most nights of the week with joviality, singing and dance, then Weston was at that time like Disneyland.
Small Town Conspiracy
The Medusa Protocol, Book One, Wish You Were Her, Chapter One:
Her . . . Her . . . Consumed by thoughts of Her – skin, breath, carbon.
“You’ve been got by the ol’ curse,” he said. Continue reading
N. P. Ryan 