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Amock Comedy Compendium

with a microphone on a stand. A small marquee was put up beside it. Tables were set up and caterers arrived
to lay out a buffet and wine.
Fiona’s flat was girlie. Pastel shades and teddy bears. The style was poor, but the expensive looking TV, DVD
and surround sound system showed that this was down to a lack of taste, not cash.
Fiona was still running around in her knickers, but Hugh was dressed, wearing the same T-shirt, jeans and long
coat he had worn the day before. He was in the bedroom, sprawled in an armchair, gently swigging from a bottle
of wine. There was a strange look on his face as he considered what this day meant to him. To his life, his
career, his ambitions, his art.
“You can’t go like that,” Fiona screeched.
Hugh looked down at himself. “It’s all I’ve got.”
Fiona walked over to a wardrobe and threw it open to show a rack of Italian suits. “I’ve bought you hundreds of
clothes.”
Hugh made a face and turned away. “Let’s not start that again. When I buy you hundreds of clothes, then I’ll
wear the hundreds of clothes you’ve bought me.”
“Well, you’ve got plenty of money now, go and get yourself some decent gear.”
Hugh considered this, then shook his head sadly. “Thing is, it’s been so long, I don’t know what ‘decent’ means
any more.”
Jedward wrote, “The Stormer is absolutely marvellous.
It should be on the best seller list (and perhaps one fine
day will be!) The writing is superb and light and joyous
and hilarious.
captivating. It motors along at a decent pace. Has
enjoyable characters and witty dialogue.”
Jane Alexander wrote, “I like this a lot, a heck of a lot.
It is easy in its skin, has great characters, pace and
faultless dialogue.”
andyroo wrote, “Original, enjoyable and down to earth.
Fun reading that doesn’t take itself too seriously.”
Nick Poole2 wrote, “The pencil stab. "It's a muriel, ya
wanker." The animal lurked inside her yet. It was an
order. "You make sure that arsehole of a brother doesn't
show up." The Bikers. "Can I shag you when you're rich
and famous."
All places where I experienced that pang somewhere
between admiration, "I wish I'd written that" and
"bastard! talented git."
Pat Black said, “In its warm glow of humanity - though
never forced nor cloying - I saw a lot of Bill Forsyth's
movies, that great west of Scotland artist; Hugh's
dealings with the neds, the "friendly shag" gesture of
the biker. Great humour and married with fine
storytelling.”
Andrew W. said, “I love the quirky descriptions, the way
the author throws the words around like he does the
paint at the beginning. Superb characterisation, the city
as much of a character as the people. Enjoyed
immensely, very well done.
Francesco wrote, “ When I finished this I sat around
trying to think of something that was as original and
funny as the text I'd just read...I failed. This is written
with a pacy, easy prose; its full of clever conversation
and is very entertaining.”
T.L Tyson wrote, “This is really, really enjoyable. I love
the opening sentence, piqued my interest. There is a
natural quirky way of writing which made reading this
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