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I may not be Roald Dahl…

I may not be Roald Dahl, J K Rowling, Darren Shan or even Derek Landy,

but I am The Crazymad Writer – and proud of it, to boot.

The Crazymad Writer writes again.

 
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Posted by on October 3, 2014 in Roald Dahl

 

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Visit my online book shop today

Visit my online book shop today

Go on, visit it, it won’t go away,

It is waiting there patiently until you arrive,

And when you get there, you will feel SO ALIVE.

(Click on the picture – and enjoy!)

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Posted by on September 30, 2014 in news

 

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Are you ready?

Stories for children and young at heart adults

So, here we are, you and me.

Are you ready?

Do you think you are really and truly ready

to begin reading my stories?

You really are?

Okay, then, away with you, but remember,

it’s on your head if you end up as

Mad and Crazy as I am.

On with the lunacy….

Little green Man

 
 

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He’s crazy and he’s bonkers, as mad as flaming conkers

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He’s crazy and he’s bonkers,
As mad as flaming conkers,
He’s altogether zonkers,
The Crazymad Writer.
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His stories are a dream,
When people read, they gleam
He really is a scream
The Crazymad Writer.
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Download a book today,
And join the mad brigade
Who love the tales he’s made,
The Crazymad Writer.

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Stories for children

and young at heart adults

by, ME, The Crazymad Writer – arrrgh.

 

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Don’t call me that name, the new Roald Dahl!

The Crazymad Writer writes again.

Don’t call me that name, the new Roald Dahl,

I am not that man, either new or old,

I am a writer, as mad as can be,

The Crazymad Writer; it’s the truth – YIPPEE.

Little green Man

 

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The Amulet of Oxmosis

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The Amulet of Oxmosis

Whilst out on a drive in my beetle, one day,
She put-putted along quite happily away,
Down streets so crowded with people, that’s right,
I was slap-bang in the centre of London, so bright.
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As I drove my love bug through old London town,
Watching the people all milling around,
Something caught my attention within this mad rush,
An item, in the gutter, all covered in dust.
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Applying the brakes, I screeched to a halt,
Then opened my door despite the retort,
From drivers not happy all with my tack,
You’re blocking our way, they shouted, quite hacked.
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I won’t be a tick, I said smiling at them,
As leaning down low, I inspected this thing,
That although almost totally covered in dust,
Glistened so brightly, like gold; it’s a fact.
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Wiping it clean, the gold sparkled, and how!
It’s an amulet and chain, I spluttered out loud,
Then apologising again, for the jam I had caused,
I returned to my bug amidst facetious applause.
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Slamming into gear, I tore down that street,
Away from old London, and all of those feet,
Where people could see me, and what I had found,
An amulet – my amulet; I left London town.
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Far out in the sticks, I slowed to a halt,
Away from all eyes, or so I had thought,
Inspecting my prize, my amulet, so dazzling,
With diamonds and rubies and garnets, enticing.
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It’s mine, all mine, I cried out, with joy.
I’ll be rich, I’ll sell it – I’ll sell it today,
Then a hand dove through the window, into my car,
And took it, it took it, my amulet so rare.
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What are you doing? I gasped, trying to see,
Who was taking, stealing the amulet from me,
Then I saw him, a man, bald-headed and robed,
With eyes so black, as black as coal.
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I am Miafra, he said, in a slow, haughty tone,
With this power, of Oxmosis, I will crush all my foes.
Wot, Nott and Kakuri will cease to be,
They will crumble and die, in ignominious defeat.
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The Amulet of Oxmosis, is that what it is?
That’s what I asked him, my brain in a tizz,
But Miafra, already chanting his spell,
Made ready to dispatch me downwards to Hell.
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Wait, WAIT! I pleaded, stalling for time,
I have some information, of the magical kind,
With that his ears perked, and he listened for more,
But all that I did was slam shut the door.
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Turning the key, the engine burst into life,
Put-putting away; it didn’t think twice,
With pedal to the metal, I swiftly sped off,
Forgetting all about the magical amulet.
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Yes, yes, I know, Miafra still had it, clear,
As he hastened away to Onisha, I fear.
To crush his opponents, Wot, Nott and Kakuri,
But that was their problem, for I had to hurry.
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If you are thinking of me as cold and aloof,
Leaving folks to their fate, not giving a hoot,
Then open that story at chapter, first one,
To see what will happen, and what can be done…
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Stories for children and young at heart adults

I am The Crazymad Writer – ARRRGH

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Stories for children and adults

Stories for children and young at heart adults,

courtesy of The Crazymad Writer – ARRRGH!

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Welcome to my CRAZYMAD Website

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Welcome to my CRAZYMAD Website

Hello and welcome to my CRAZYMAD website, a place where I try to share with you, the reader, an impression of what it has been like, having to live through, to endure so many weird, wacky and oftentimes wonderful situations that I have found myself in during my CRAZYMAD life. I have no idea why I such things happened to me – but they did. All that that I can think of, can say by way of explanation, is that we all experience CRAZYMAD things during our short time here on earth, but prefer to erase them from our consciousness, preferring to recall only the mundane day-to-day situations that help us to ‘fit in’ and to ‘be normal’.
Our collective consciousness seems to have ‘developed’ to the stage where we prefer to hear and read about ‘celebrities’ and their lives of vulgar excess, rather than living our own lives in which we can follow own dreams and do almost anything we want, if we feel so inclined, that is. Having said that, I invite you to read each and every one of the stories that I have included in my CRAZYMAD website; from my early childhood all the way through to my adult life. And when you have read them, I strongly urge you to look deep within yourself, and to live your own CRAZYMAD life to the full. Meanwhile, sit back and enjoy your trip though my CRAZYMAD website, and know you this; each and every story is TRUE!

 
 

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My CRAZYMAD Life: Grasshoppers, anyone?

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My CRAZYMAD Life: Grasshoppers, anyone?

I told you in an earlier blog post how much I have traveled, to places like Africa, The Philippians, Europe (I loved Venice), Australia, Egypt, Thailand – even Cuba.
One of the most recent countries that I have had the pleasure of visiting is Madeira. It’s a small and quiet place, but there is something so special about it. I can’t quite put my finger on it, though. I will be returning there again.
In case you’re wondering why there is a picture of a grasshopper at the top of this page,
I will explain…
I ate grasshoppers, and giant ones at that!!!
I ate them while holidaying in Thailand – and they were okay – they really were. The locals deep-fry them in oil, like chips, yummy. Having said that, I have to admit that I tactfully refused the offer of deep-fried scorpions – I had to draw the line somewhere!

 
 

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Slug Joke

Slug Joke

“What is the difference between a slug and a bag of salt?” Bert asked his friend Fred.
“Go on, tell me,” Fred answered.
“Salt makes your food taste better; slugs, however, shrivel and up and die if they come into contact with salt.
“That’s terrible!” Fred protested. “That’s not a joke!”
“You think it’s terrible?” Bert replied, flapping his arms about wildly, with excitement. “Imagine how the poor slugs feel!”

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Posted by on April 18, 2014 in humor, humour, joke

 

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