Frustrated

I recently finished Chapter 1 of The Tunnel but Word crashed and I hadn't saved it, so I've lost the entire thing. Which is annoying. For now, here's the Prologue;


The dark curved roof of the tunnel dripped with rain, the splashing echoing in the shadows. The pavement was covered in dirt, the edges, wet from the water constantly falling from the roof, were sprouting with moss. The concrete was cracked and broken and dangerously uneven. It was the middle of the night and even the light from the full moon hanging in the pitch black sky, and the faint orange glow the streetlamps cast, did not help to brighten up the town. It was late November and the air was bitterly cold, especially at this time of night. The lights in all the windows were off. Not a car drifted down the roads. The pavements were empty. The city appeared to be dead.Leaning against the cold grey wall of the tunnel, hidden in the shadows, a man in a black hoodie, jeans and trainers could only just be made out. The wisps of smoke that swirled slowly from the end of his cigarette floated into the night and mixed with the icy, foggy air.He heard a scampering noise on the floor of the tunnel, like a rat. It wouldn’t have surprised him; the state of this town meant that rats were everywhere. But there was something different about this hurried pitter-pattering, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Not much scared the man but standing in the shadows, engulfed in fog and darkness, he suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine.He dropped his cigarette on the floor and stood away from the wall. He looked to his left. He could barely see out of the tunnel, the fog was so thick. The same applied to the right. And the pitter-pattering continued. He walked to the middle of the tunnel and looked around. It was hard to pinpoint where the sound was coming from, which made him even more nervous.The man shivered and gulped as he felt something hairy brushing against his leg. The hairs felt like bristles, wiping dirt all over his leg. He remained rooted to the spot and shivered every time whatever was pressed against his leg moved. It was a lot taller than a rat, and a lot bigger; he could feel the hairs up until about half way up his leg.He shifted his position slightly and the thing spun around. He felt something sharp digging into the soft flesh of his leg, tearing through his jeans. Through pain and surprise, he screamed and fell to the floor. He touched his leg and brought his hand up in front of his eyes. Blood was smeared on his finger, dirty, deep red and somehow glinting despite the lack of light.The pitter-pattering had stopped. Still on his back, he moved slowly, pulling himself along with his arms and legs. The eerie silence made him even more nervous than when he could hear it moving. Lying on the floor, he suddenly froze as he felt something sniffing his ear, whiskers touching his cheek gingerly, wiping dirt as they moved.And then it was gone, crawling away into the tunnel.He sighed with relief, and scrunched up his eyes to see if he could make out the roof from his position on the floor. It was useless, until a break in the fog revealed the dark black roof. He caught a glimpse of something grey and hairy on the roof, with a long pink scaly tail. The man looked stunned and the creature whipped its head around, yellow eyes glowing in the darkness.Suddenly, it dropped, and landed with a thud on his face. He couldn’t see anything but grey, bristly hairs, and could feel sharp claws digging into his face. Every time the paws moved they tore away at his skin, causing blood to trickle out onto his face.He jumped up and pulled desperately at the creature, but every time he did so, it hung on with its claws and dug deeper into the wounds. It reeked; his nostrils were filled with an odour so terrible he had never smelt anything like it. He punched the creature and slapped it, trying desperately to get it off his face.Suddenly, it leaned back slightly and he could see its rodent like face and yellow eyes. It opened its mouth, showing two sharp gnawing teeth and then it sprung its face forward and bit his face. He screamed and was slammed into the wall. It continued nipping, constantly, quickly, until the man, his face covered in scars and blood, dropped dead to the floor.And it began to feast…

Harmless Giant Metal Spikes?

Recently much of the ocean around the Welsh coast which was commonly used for scallop dredging was closed off temporarily until March 1 next year from the scallop dredgers so that the seabed could have a chance to recover. For the unfamiliar, scallop dredging involves dragging metal-toothed frames through the seabed to dislodge shellfish into a chain-mesh bag behind.

Obviously the scallop dredgers aren't all too pleased about this. They insist that it is harmless to animals apart from the shellfish they collect. Mmmm. Because everyone knows how harmless moving giant, metal spikes are. Seriously, if you're going to come up with an argument for your job, at least come up with a decent one!

EPIC star jump

Watch this video from 3:41-3:53, its the worlds most EPIC star jump lol

Random post #1

When William The Conqueror landed on England's shore in 1066, ready to take over the throne, leading his army into battle, he tripped. Lol, that's just brilliant. EPIC FAIL.

Get That Camera Out Of My Face

I recently read a not so recent article in National Geographic about Bushmen. It was certainly an interesting read. The tribe spoke with primitive clicks and had learnt many survival skills, like to fill ostritch eggs with water and bury them, then take them out and drink them in a drought. it was amazing that such primitive people still survived. However as I read on, I found myself more intrigued by something else. One of the passgaes of text started "We set up camp next to the Bushman tribe" or something along those lines. As I read on the image formed in my head of an American man following a Bushman around the Savannah, taking photographs, making notes, going "Fascinating" and "Wow" under his breath. Wouldn't that be annoying? It would be like a British guy going to China and following the people round, taking pictures and making notes. It would just be annoying.

In Science we watched this video on Youtube of this guy-the "Tree Man". He had these warts all over him that became strange growths on his arms and legs, so he looked like he had growths. Obviously everyone's first reactions were "Yuck! That is so disgusting!" But through the entire video, no-one said "Ah, the poor guy." Why not?! His wife ditched him, his family never visit and he doesn't have many friends because the growths creep people out. Doesn't that make you feel sorry for him? Also, they were showing close-ups of his growths. Imagine this. Your sitting on the couch with this little reporter guy leaning on the floor, taking pictures of the growths on your feet. How ANNOYING would that be?!

They're different...but stop stuffing cameras in their faces!