Wednesday, 30 January 2013

What Is The Meaning Of This Dream?

A chic bar, somewhere in Paris.

The dream didn't make me laugh, because the tables had been turned. I now found myself in a Parisian bar, trying my hardest to enjoy myself, sitting in my wheelchair watching the world go by. Tony was by my side, complaining that he didn't understand a word which was being said, and that the barman had poked fun at his English accent. Tony was furious, although when he tasted the French beer which he had been served, his anger subsided, and he even agreed that French beer is so much better than that which we were used to, back at home.

Tony then wanted to fight with a young man at the bar. I don't know why he wanted conflict, but when I saw my friend frothing at the mouth, I imagined that it was because the man had made an obscene remark about the English. That, to Tony, was something which he couldn't accept. A stinking Frenchman who mocked the English deserved all the trouble he was going to find himself in.

Tony attacked the man with both of his fists, leaving no time for his victim to defend himself. I found my white shirt now stained with a Frenchman's blood, and crying out to Tony, to order him to cease beating the poor boy senseless, I only hoped that there would be no counter-attack, and that the proprietor of the bar would laugh, and say that no harm had been done.

It was then when Tony stopped, and running as fast as he could, he went crashing through the bar doors, abandoning me, and leaving me to take a good beating on his behalf.

I survived being beaten to a pulp, because Glen arrived just as things were looking bad for me. He fought the entire bar, and when there wasn't a Frenchman left standing, he grabbed the handles at the back of my wheelchair, and wheeled me to safety.
Dave Cooper's very strange dream, in which he finds himself in a Parisian bar.
To find out why he's in a wheelchair, and what the dream means, get your copy of "The Londoners 2 - After Love Comes Hate." - an ebook for Kindle, by Luke Ryman.

Monday, 28 January 2013

Is It Time To Go?

Catford, south-east London.

So David Cameron has suggested that if the Tories are reelected at the next election, there may well be a referendum to decide Britain's fate in the E.U.

Having the spent the last seven years in France, I can see why Cameron is seriously wondering whether our part in Europe is of any benefit to Britain and its people, as France's socialist President has decided that nothing is more important than strengthening its ties with Germany, so that the two countries will emerge as the two Super Powers of a Europe run by two nations which were once the fiercest of enemies.

With unemployment spiralling out of control, factories closing at an alarming rate, taxes being increased, and a repressive police force, Fran├žois Hollande would be better of spending his time fixing his own broken country, instead of helping Angela Merkel fulfill her ambition of being the Supreme Commander of Europe and all of its subjects.

Of course, it's now sixty-eight years since the last war ended, but as Hollande woos Merkel at regular summits with displays of sycophancy that makes one want to vomit, I guess that he has completely forgotten a conflict that cost millions of lives, and left his own country ruined by years of occupation.

Even Hollande's own voters appear to be regretting voting for a man whose sole concern is helping to make Germany even mightier than it already is, whilst overlooking the mess in which France currently finds itself. And if Hollande seriously believes that Merkel will look kindly on France once the new Europe presents itself to the rest of the world, then he is clearly deluded.

The British were never going to be loved by the rest of Europe, as we are a people who are eyed with suspicion by most of our continental neighbours. After all, it must be a strange race who still clings on to its Royal Family, refuses to change its monetary system in favour of the ridiculed Euro, gets behind America in times of global conflict and takes no nonsense from the rest of the world.

Personally, I can't see Hollande getting reelected at the next Presidential election, but he has still got time to turn Europe into what will be the mother of all jokes, governed by Germany, and bursting at the seems with indebted countries which are rapidly joining the continent at an alarming rate, having nothing to offer, but with lists of demands a mile long.

It will be interesting to see how this story develops, and if Cameron really asks the British people if Britain should exit Europe, and turn its back on what is fast becoming a club of which membership brings very few benefits to Great Britain.

Luke Ryman is an author of ebooks for Kindle, available via Amazon.

Friday, 18 January 2013

He Just Can't Do It


It was time for me to go. It was time for me to return to the home I shared with my friend, and explain why I had failed to steal a single handbag. I knew that Tony would be furious, and that his eyes would bulge, and that he would insult me. I looked at the lady beside me, and saw that in the late afternoon gloom she had fallen asleep. Her wrinkled hands held firmly her beige handbag, inside of which I imagined was very little worth stealing. Perhaps there were a few coins in a purse, and maybe a banknote. There was possibly a packet of tissues, a small mirror, and a packet of peppermints.
I had stolen from a cripple, but there was no way that I would steal from a sleeping pensioner. Tony would have, if he had been with me. He would have grabbed the bag and run as fast as he could, whilst laughing about his latest achievement. In his sick mind there was no limit to what he would do, in order to pay for his next drink. Hate. Hate. Hate. That's all he did - morning, noon and night.

When I stood, the woman opened her eyes. She looked startled as my shadow came across her face. I smiled at her and told her to take care. She looked down at her hands and saw that her handbag was still there. She then smiled at me, as though to thank me for not robbing her of her fortune. I knew that after love comes hate, but just then I wanted to cry, and tell the woman about all the bad things I had done, and those things which remained undone.
Stealing from defenceless pensioners should be easy - BUT IT ISN'T!
Dave Cooper knows that he should be stronger than what he is, if he's to appease Tony Joy, and prove that he's now a hard-faced criminal.
Extract taken from "The Londoners 2 - After Love Comes Hate" by Luke Ryman, an Ebook for Kindle

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

In God He Trusts


Tony slowed, so that he was walking beside me, and staring up at the afternoon sky, he said that God looked over him, and although in the eyes of our creator he was far from perfect, there were millions of people who were doing worse things than stealing frozen pizzas or  pickpocketing tourists. There were people who were raping, murdering and buggering children. Then there were people who were blowing up aeroplanes and buildings. Those people, Tony thought, were God's priority.

I momentarily felt cold. A strange kind of coldness. I think  it was because of Tony's reference to God. Did my friend really believe that he was better than a rapist or paedophile, because his only crimes were stealing pizzas or pickpocketing? Was he not also a racist, a compulsive liar and a violent thug? Did he not laugh when three black youths were violently stabbed to death a few months before, because they had been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Did he not spray racist comments on walls? Did he not attack a man with a broken bottle, because he had nothing better to do?
This man is clearly insane.
Anthony Joy - a thief and a thug - believes that God is on his side.
Extract taken from "The Londoners 2 - After Love Comes Hate" Part 2 of "The Londoners" trilogy.
An ebook for Kindle, by Luke Ryman.

Saturday, 5 January 2013

Another Of Life's Lost Causes

I was once a sensitive girl – kind, feminine, and loving – but when your husband disappears in the night, and you're left all alone in a foreign country, you soon change. I was twenty-four when I found myself all alone in London, and although I could have gone back home, to the warmth and security of my parents, I decided that at twenty-four I was going to stand on my own two feet, and try and make something of my life. That's when I stopped being kind, and hardened myself for the battle ahead. If you want to avoid being sucked in towards a life of depression and self-pity, you have to be strong, and remember that everything is for a reason.
Rosa - just another player in "The Londoners", an Ebook for Kindle by Luke Ryman
Now available via Amazon, "The Londoners 2 - After Love Comes Hate"