Episode 1 of my friend Stephen Waring’s silly space adventure animation Cosmic Pup is finally ready. Have a little look at his artist’s website here
His animation website here
And episode 1 (Oh, P.S. if you ever see him, call him Weeven. He likes that):
A surreal short film to go with a comedy poem about a man who recreates the Olympics in his own special way:
I must share with you my friend Steve’s (or Stephenage or Weeven) art blog.
He sells his proper art along with t-shirts etc from his website, but his blog is purely for entertainment.
Have a look and witness such delights as a picture and poem about Wayne Rooney (apparently his favourite dinner is something with mash). Also there is this picture of Charlize Theron:
One day I went to the woods and told some silly stories for my youtube channel. the end:
I thought I’d add a silly poem I did originally for Braintree Ways under my character Renfrew Wise. I’ve also filmed myself reading silly stories on my youtube channel, who would miss that?:
Weep with terror at the pictures of me reading poetry during my student beatnik years (I am ashamed of nothing)
At the moment outside looks like this: 
and I have the chest and throat plague. Just think of all those prank calls I could be making and can’t. I don’t really make prank calls. Or do I? No, I really don’t. I am, however, coughing up phlegm.
Anyway I’ve been enjoying clips of comedian/poet Tim Key, here is one of them:
Apparently some people don’t like short stories because they aren’t novels. I like both, for different reasons. Since I read a collection of short stories years ago called Love of Fat Men by Helen Dunmore (its a lot more intellectual than it sounds, I promise) I’ve loved the idea of a short story being just a snapshot into someone’s life. I still like stories where you go deeper and there’s a full narrative etc, but I always prefer stories which leave you with a “hmm?” kind of feeling.
This is by no means a collection of intelligent, thought provoking miniture stories. These are stupid.
A beetle lived next door to a woodlouse. The woodlouse was playing his music very loudly at 2am and the beetle got very annoyed. He knocked on the door and asked the woodlouse to turn it down. He did, and all was well.
A magic pixie skipped through the forest to Tesco’s where he did his weekly shop. When he got back he realised he had forgotten the milk. He had to go back and was a bit annoyed.
A hare challenged a tortoise to a race. The hare won and the natural order of things remained intact.
A woodlouse lived next door to a beetle. He knocked on the beetle’s door and asked if he could borrow some sugar, which he did and all was well.
A ghost appeared to a family who had just moved in. “Oh no,” they said, “Do you wish us to leave?” “Nah,” it said, “Stick kettle on.”
Madeleine Swann 