Sunday, April 17, 2016

KENSINGTON GORE - COMING SOONER!!

KENSINGTON GORE - THE STORY OF SEASON 1...

Hello beasties!

This post, the first of two this week - we continue our close look at my new script book - KENSINGTON GORE, which is due out on Sunday 1st May 2016... We're going to be looking at some of the plot threads that make up this new story.





KENSINGTON GORE – SEASON ONE



SCRIPT 1:  VAMPIRE COWS MAKE VERY BAD PETS

Warren is none too pleased when Katrina brings back vampire cows from their latest trip. He and Lucy are busy watching as new tenants move into The Gore flats and although everything looks normal their boss orders them to take a closer look…

SCRIPT 2:  GETTING TO KNOW THE NEIGHBOURS

Lucy and Warren meet the new tenants, a frightened-looking family whose children appear to hold a sinister control over them. Despite Katrina’s claims that the vampire cows are safe, a small group of them attack a defenceless secretary out on Hyde Park.

SCRIPT 3:  THAT MAN’S MAKING EYES AT ME

Lucy gets chatted up twice in one day – once by a new tenant and once by a man named Jack who has just opened up a flower stall locally. They soon learn that all of the vampire cows have been tampered with and that more tourists are in danger.

SCRIPT 4:  PUTTING THE MOO INTO MOVING

Lucy stands up to those who menace her, whilst Jack helps to round up escaped vampire cows. Dr Matt Simmons, a warlock friend of Katrina’s, has a theory – Warren’s mother comes to visit, whilst Lucy goes on a disturbingly bizarre date…

SCRIPT 5:  EVEN THE GUILTY ARE INNOCENT SOMETIMES

Jack tells his truth – whilst Ashley has surprising truths about the mysterious Eddie Eden. Lucy attempts to have a private word with Pat, whilst Warren has an unexpected guest. Katrina takes a trip, but on the way something dreadful occurs.

SCRIPT 6:  GOOD TO TALK

Lucy discusses ghosts, Warren does research, Jack is confronted and Pat has news of her own. Dr Matt is held hostage and Katrina hides – whilst Michael breaks down in front of Warren and Copernicus with some revelations of his own…

SCRIPT 7:  MANY THINGS GO BADLY WRONG

Katrina and Matt face their captor whilst Warren turns to an unlikely person for help. Copernicus meets two of his colleagues in a local graveyard – whilst Lucy is confronted by Jack before she takes an unfortunate tumble. A good man dies…

SCRIPT 8: TEARS OF THE LIVING - TEARS OF THE DEAD

Lucy struggles to figure out who she should trust, whilst Ashley has a solution that may bring two old friends back from the dead... There is also a new resident at Kensington Gore who has a very curious collection.

Before we go I'd like to remind you about A YETI WAY OF THINKING, that was published a couple of weeks ago. It's been selling well, so I'd like to thank everyone who's bought it so far for supporting me and also to THE BEARGRRIAN GAZETTE for making it their book of the week for the third week in a row.


A YETI WAY OF THINKING contains over 80 new poems, stories and vignettes by Paul Chandler, a.k.a. Shy Yeti, written between Autumn 2012 and Summer 2014. They include: ARE THEY AWARE I’M A WEREWOLF?, GIN GOBLINS, INFAMY AND CURRANT BUNS, I USED TO BE A TEN, MYSTERY HEN, ONION MAN, PICCADILLY IS A RUBBISH CIRCUS, TWO VAMPIRE HUNTING YETI, YOU’LL DO and many more…

Pbk: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/a-yeti-way-of-thinking/18213326 £8.99

Hbk: http://www.lulu.com/content/hardcover-book/a-yeti-way-of-thinking/18214369 £14.99

I hope you enjoy the new book!

Next time - we have a new Shy Yeti sketch which tells of what happened when Mr Yeti went to complain about excessive parakeet noise outside his bedroom window... In the post after that I'll be sharing with you some photos taken last month to help promote both KENSINGTON GORE and A YETI WAY OF THINKING - it's all go, I promise you!

Anyway, until then, that's about it for now - more soon!

Yeti hugs,

Paul xx

This post and all contents are Copyright Paul Chandler, 2016, except graffiti photos - copyright Toby W, 2016.

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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

THIS NEW PROSE PIECE IS A STEAL...

THE THIEVING SHADOWS - A TRUE STORY...

Hello beasties!!

A short piece for our second post this week, inspired by a walk that Toby and I took near Kenwood House on Good Friday, 25th March 2016; I also include some photos that I took that day...

Next week, I'll be sharing two more posts - the first concerns some of the story-lines from the first season of KENSINGTON GORE and the second will either be another Shy Yeti sketch or a new prose piece...

Before we move on to today's peculiar little story - let me remind you of the date of my new Poetry Café show...































More soon...

Yeti hugs,

Paul xx

P.S. THE THIEVING SHADOWS was written between Sunday 27th and Wednesday 30th March 2016.

THE THIEVING SHADOWS

She'd had a busy morning...
Picking pockets down in Camden Town and later up in Hampstead...
Off down that busy side street near the station -
Where the junk shop spill their wares onto the street...
There are always loads of people along there going through the trinkets; not paying attention to anyone around them...
She'd picked five wallets and a couple of purses...
After that she'd nipped up on the tube to Golders Green -
Had caught the bus from there up to Kenwood House...
Goodness, it was busy; she hadn't even looked at her prizes yet...
It was a sunny Good Friday bank holiday and the tourists were out...
Tourists and locals with Waitrose carrier bags containing their picnics -
With the distraction of children and heavy hand-bags...
Bags full of tissues, mints, credit cards and loose change...
She'd been greedy earlier and now had a rucksack full of spoils...
It was time to take a break before getting the bus home...
Time to eat a home-made sandwich made from stolen cheddar -
And to look through some of what she had taken;
Then to jettison some of the useless stuff;
There was no point in carrying all that back with her...
She found a dry spot of earth and laid back against a tree -
The afternoon sun-light streamed down around her through the branches...
She threw a grape to the crows and watched them fight...
As she picked through all the stuff that she'd stolen...
Keeping the money - the watch - anything valuable that she could pawn...
She'd have to be quick to use any cards before they were cancelled;
Never a flicker of conscience...
She'd lived too long this way to have doubts about her actions!
As her fingers picked through the wallets -
She did not notice the shadows of the branches growing longer...
They grew curious - keen to see what was there and what was going on...
They too began to pick through her bag...
Every time her back was turned they took a trinket,
Goodness knows what they would do with the money...
Buy themselves leaves to cover their current nakedness!?
It was spring, but their leaves were yet to unfurl...
They had very little interest in credit cards...
But mulch and manure - flesh and bones...
Now that was the ultimate harvest; that would help them grow stronger...
Eventually she emptied out the rucksack;
Surprised to find less inside than she recalled having taken...
She noted a pile of purses in the crook of the tree that she hadn't seen...
Shaking her head she reasoned that she was just over-tired...
She needed her sleep, that was for sure...
Time to go - to pack up what she meant to keep and get rid of the rest...
There was a noise close by - like something scuttling...
A squirrel, maybe? A squirrel having clambered inside the rucksack...
Gingerly, she picked up the bag - it was certainly felt a lot heavier -
And yet peering in all she could see was a swirling darkness...
It almost seemed to be watching her...
It almost seemed to be reaching up as if to throttle her...
One villain meeting another...
A thief come to steal from her whatever life was left inside...

All contents of this post are Copyright, Paul Chandler, 2016.

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