When Cassette Culture met the Wave Pictures for the very first time: A short story

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For those of you that don’t know, I play guitar and sing in a band called Cassette Culture. We’re based out of Bristol in the UK and play fairly frequently in the local area.

One of my favourite bands is a band called the Wave Pictures.

The last few times they’ve come through Bristol we’ve been asked to support them. So once again I’m doing a bit of promo and got a little over excited and wrote my first meeting with the band in to a short story. Is it a fictionalised account? Well, as I think you’ll notice – it’s impossible to tell.

Here’s the full piece, with the promotional blurb too… obviously.

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Teacup (a very short story)

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Samuel is an actor. He isn’t in films, but you may have seen him on CSI. Samuel is a grieving father, with three wonderful children. He’d accepted his limitations, resigning himself to a typecast: he was the father of the high-school football star that took the gateway drug, the father of the girl that hid her eating disorder.

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Leaving – A Collaborative Story

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This is a collaborative story written with Ellen – and by that I mean she wrote the lion’s share and  I tied it up with the ending, but I like it and thought it worth posting here. See if you can see the point where they split.  It’s about feelings, and junk.

Originally appeared here.

Didn’t get a place in drama school. Failed to pass my driving test. Wasn’t chosen to go on the school ski trip or hockey trip. Couldn’t buy that blender.

I look for meaning in everything when I have these crises of faith, searching for the deus ex machina in my life. The event which will turn things around or at least give me an answer. I don’t believe in God, but I do believe in plot devices.

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Men & Waffles: The Modern Stag Weekend & All It’s Awfulness

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This is a short story I wrote that gives a semi-fictionalised, but mostly real account of a stag weekend I found myself on in Belgium, one blisteringly cold March not so long ago… expect appalling language (come on, we’re all adults here), a little bit of drinking. But mostly sight-seeing and wine tasting. Yes, sight-seeing and wine tasting.

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