About The_Original_Shyboy


Trained as a newspaper journalist, currently employed in obscure Government internal communications role. Love writing quirky humorous short stories, some of which I aim to publish here. Also want to try my hand at verse, but William Wordsworth I'm not!

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People and all their human foibles; wildlife; the great outdoors
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Any wildlife shows, quizzes, living history docs.
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Everything from Bob Dylan to Adele, Elgar to Mozart.


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I’ll just wait here a while at the end of the line and make sure no-one sneaks past . . .

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I’ll just rest here a while :-"

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Anniversary Reflections

I recently ‘celebrated’ the 45th anniversary of my first day at work. After completing my journalism studies at the local college, I arrived at the Head Office of my employer, a major UK regional newspaper and magazine publisher, that July day in 1970, armed with a typing speed of eighty words per minute and a certificate to say that I could write Pitman’s shorthand at 100 words per minute! ...

Added 17 Jul 2015 | Category Musings | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 507 | 7 Comments

Chasing Ossie

‘There it is!’ ‘Where? I can’t see it.’ ‘Over there, behind that bush.’ ‘There’s nothing there I tell you. Proper wild goose chase this is!’ ‘Well . . . to be strictly accurate . . . ’ ‘OK, a wild flipping OSTRICH chase then!’ Neville was totally peed off. His new mac that he’d been given for Christmas by his wife was totally trashed. The light fawn Gannex was covered in green slime, from...

Added 16 Jul 2015 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 4.5 | Views 693 | 6 Comments

Elephant Poo

‘Harry! Don’t wipe your fingers on the glass, there’s a goodboy. It’s probably dirty. Zoos aren’t the cleanest of places. What’s that? Yes I know the elephant is having a wash. Well yes, of course it will be clean afterwards but the viewing window won’t be. We’re the other side from where the man is hosing down the elephant, so this side of the glass will be dirty. Why? Well, it just will...

Added 15 Jul 2015 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 603 | 5 Comments

From The Ashes

Love born of lust will flare and burn, In fiery cauldron of desires Consuming all within its grasp Until love dies amid the fires. And yet for those it leaves behind The conflagration burns and scars Their broken hearts and shattered minds No longer gazing at the stars. Then, Phoenix-like, fresh hope can spark From dying embers, smouldering coals The stirrings of new love...

Added 29 Jun 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 506 | 3 Comments

Lovers' Tiff

Whose lips will kiss you now that we no longer kiss? Will he taste the sweetness of your breath I so much miss? Will he hold you in his arms and feel your beating heart? Will you ever think of me now we’re apart? It was foolish nonsense ended our affair A lovers’ tiff, no more than that, but now beyond repair? Can we let our love just die, has it come to only this? Whose lips...

Added 02 Jun 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 487 | 3 Comments

We have a bond

We have a bond, as strong as any love I’ve ever known and yet . . . How can we love if we have never met? We share an ache, as strong as any that I’ve ever known and yet . . . How can we lust if we have never met? And so if not true love or lust, what can they be These feelings deep in you and deep in me? No answers yet, but Fate may yet show us a way To bring tomorrow’s...

Added 01 Jun 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 511 | 3 Comments

And So It Goes

And so it goes that old refrain Rattling round my doleful brain Stirring memories of the pain Of love once found then lost again. Empty echoes of the time The heat of lust was in its prime Yet tempered by a love sublime That gave it meaning, reason, rhyme. Those days are gone no turning back Our song has faded back to black The final play of love’s last track Has caused...

Added 29 May 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 4.2 | Views 531 | 3 Comments

Internet Dating

Although it’s true we’ve never met, I know you from the Internet, Tho’ family ties keep us apart, your avatar just stole my heart! Its doe-eyed stare and wistful look have well and truly got me hooked. You’re not the first, I must admit; there’s Belle and Fay, Christine and Kit. None of them come close to you in my affections, this is true, But I’ve a rival, so it seems – a hunky...

Added 24 May 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.88 | Views 470 | 4 Comments

Visions of Life

Through infant eyes I greet the world, its wonders yet untold; A mother’s hugs my only need, her loving arms enfold. Through boyish eyes I test the world, its mysteries to reveal; My parents’ love my only need, their stalwart hearts to feel. Through youthful eyes I dare the world to show me who I am; I stand alone, no need for love, my family all be damned! Through young man’s eyes...

Added 19 May 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 506 | 5 Comments

Father's Day

Come here boy, you’ll make us late Have you washed behind your ears? We’ll be the last to get there And Mum will be in tears. Grandad’s not too well you see, So this could be the last Father’s Day she sees him, So come on boy, look sharp! Now, what’s that there you’re hiding In your grubby hands, let’s see? A present? For your Grandad? Oh, no it’s meant for me. All...

Added 18 May 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 4.6 | Views 502 | 4 Comments

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