It was the strangest of times . The world was full , as were other worlds , of course , but the old one , the first one , our Mother Earth was drowning in people . And that is when they brought in the death - chip . All those born after a certain date were fitted with it . Those who were born dumb had no need of it - but for the rest , it was a way to control the population . The chip set a person 's output at 300 million words . From the very first discernible word - say , ' mama ' to a song sung or a poem read out aloud , the words were deducted from the 300 million . The General Council had considered this value as over - generous - it could have been set much lower . And so you 're asking what happens when the 300 million words were used up ? Well the death - chip switched off the biological systems . It also did this if someone tried to have it removed of fitting the chip , it also shut down the user . Many took to writing notes to each other : electronically , in chalk , in ink - any method that would get their message across . Those who constantly joked or sang died early due to using up their share . It seemed unfair that only the somber or quiet were given a longer life . But that was the rule of the state . Each birthday a host / person / user - call them what you will - were informed of their yearly usage and how many words they had left . One benefit , if that is what it can be called , was that people took more care in things they said to each other . A fight , an argument , could seriously shorten your life . It paid to be careful with what you said . Words became like gold . Some people paid others to say things for them - they were called ' Word Hookers ' . Many died rich and young . Most people , when it came to the end , kept a few words in reserve . Usually it was three to six words that they would hold back as long as possible and as you have probably guessed - normally the last three words folks said were ' I Love You ' . Then they were terminated . bobby stevenson 2016 vigilantes ( okay , those aren 't that stupid either ) and that is when I decided to …… no , I think I 'm jumping ahead here . Let 's go back to the start . Kind of . dreams and didn 't have enough cash for the stuff - so basically I was just a kid . The trouble was that all those little traits followed me into adulthood . I mean I did my best to grow up - ended up over six feet I had a job , or at least I had people who came and gave me money to sit in an office and work with dumb folks and dream of being somewhere else . Except you get to like the money and tell yourself you 're only staying until the storm passes over and then you 'll move on . Except you don 't - or at least it looked as if I was welded to that desk in my office - until the day they said they were rationalizing the structure of the office , and that meant I was on the street . So now I don 't have a job but at least I don 't have to listen to dumb folks anymore and that to me was a big tick . Except I don 't have any stupid people to hand me money , so I have to do what I have always done and that is to play my guitar in the street and hope folks throw coins at me . I should have said ' to me ' but it was more often than not ' at me ' . Hey , you get to find out that everyone 's a judge these days . but a big bloke called Andrew who shook my hand and asked if I thought that they we were just a bunch of miscreants and ne ' er - do - wells . I said that nothing could be further from the truth , and that indeed they looked like an upstanding bunch of gentlemen … " and ladies " shouted a collection of overcoats in the corner . Once you got over the smell , they did indeed seem interesting . One gentleman had been a professor of economics in a prestigious university but had fallen on hard times when they 'd found the bank accounts . Another had been something in Westminster until they caught him and he too was only waiting down here for things to get better . The one they called ' Jumping Jack Flash ' and who was married to whatever existed under the collection of coats had once been a star of stage and screen until he too was found to be wanting in some area or another . They asked me what my story was and I had to be honest and say that I had just been fired from my job . As such I had probably some way to go to be as esteemed as the collection in front of me . " We shall prise it out of you , young musician person , prise it we shall . " I must say he looked as if he meant it , every word and that perhaps ' prising ' meant using some instrument or other . An extremely smelly old man said that there was one rule down here and that was ' share and share alike ' and suddenly a giant of a man grabbed me by the ankles and held me upside down while the little coins that I had , fell out of my pocket . All of those miscreants were on those coins like rats . down here can be called . It is after the Underground station we stand in . " I said I didn 't know any stations new or old called Choodla . dear boy , it is Aldwych - that is the station in which we reside . One that was closed years and years ago . And if you spell it backwards - Chywdla ( well nearly backwards ) you get Choodla . That sir is your name from now on . " done ) . He spent the rest of the day on the story and it became addictive . He didn 't go back to ask for his job back , instead he street that night , it didn 't often happen that way . At least , that 's what he told the police afterwards . There had been no little girl walking away from the bus stop when he went through . He was sure . I mean an hour later , Ed was walking through the park . He had borrowed his grandson 's old mp3 player to see if it would spur him on to running ( at least a fast walk ) through the park . He wasn 't good with gadgets , but this had music and he could even watch the television as he moved . It was later that evening that Ed 's wife called the police . Her husband hadn 't come home . Albert was sitting at the traffic lights , texting his wife telling her he would home in ten , and to start running the bath . He kept texting as the lights turned to green . He stopped for a who was ten years old , had gone out to ' trick and treat ' on his own . His mother had dressed him up as someone called Elvis Presley . Kenny had and then sent it to his best pal , Steve , who didn 't know who Elvis was either . Kenny never got to Mrs Severn to show her the costume . They found the Elvis wig in an undergrowth - nothing else . In chalk , on the path next to the wig , was written , ' The Halloween Man ' . There had been a legend about the Halloween Man in the area for years . Some said it had started with the old Professor who lived at the bottom of Sycamore . He was always constructing hot - air balloons and flying across town - with varying degrees of success . But back then , kids would sometimes look out their bedroom windows in the middle of the night to see the Prof floating by . Some said , he only did it to snatch kids or to look in their windows , watching them sleep . He was long gone . Folks had their suspicions and had tried to get him thrown out - of - town , but he died before any of that could happen . The earphones out and looked up to see where they were going . It didn 't stop who or whatever it was , as another three disappeared . Chalked on the wall in some dead - end street was the name ' The Halloween Man ' . Kids told kids in school that the Halloween Man just snatched you from out of the sky and took you away and ate you . If anything good came from this , was that kids looked up - always watching the skies and trying to get home before it got dark . The police couldn 't find a trace of any of the disappeared . They had the chalk - dust tested , but it told them nothing - it could have been one of thousand batches made in the big city . The next night and the one after that , folks didn 't go words ' The Halloween Man ' . Cops were brought in from all surrounding forces but nothing else happened . No disappeared the next week , or the week after that . Things settled down , lives kind of returned to normal , except , of course , the families who kept on looking for their loved one . No one else disappeared . But tomorrow is Halloween again , and folks aren 't going out this year , unless they have to . This is the time of the Halloween man who snatches you right out of the sky . bobby stevenson 2016photo : painting of a lonely man by http : / / twitchtic . deviantart . com what ? Because he looked different . Kids , well humans really , hated difference . Yesterday morning as he was eating breakfast ( yes , Things did that too ) , he heard someone calling at the mouth of the cave . " Hello ! " a voice , shouted . " Anyone there ? " The voice continued . Thing rarely had any visitors , expect the odd kid from town shouting some abuse into the cave . He had the same thought that he always had in these circumstances - Thing thought it might be his mother and father returning home , like he knew they would one day . Although it wasn 't them , it wasn 't a bad surprise either . It was a cousin of his who lived in the north - country and whom he had met only when the families had all got together . His cousin told Thing that it was his cousin 's Big Birthday and Thing was to follow him north to take part in the celebrations . All Thing 's people had a Big Birthday , it was to mark them standing on their own feet in the world . Thing was still to have his , hoping that his parents would be of his own kind - not that he disliked the humans - just that his cousin understood how it felt to be the way he was . Thing had never been confident in the way he looked , and this was heightened by the name calling that came from the kids . But that night , the night he arrived with his own kind , his aunts and uncles all told him how beautiful he was , how he was a great reflection on his parents , who would have been so proud to have been there had they not …… . Then the aunts and uncles stopped as if they were about to say something they would regret . Thing asked what they were going to say , but they all changed the direction of the conversation and wouldn 't look Thing in the face . On the Friday night , the evening before the party , Thing went out with all his cousins and they marched up and down the main street . About half way along the road , a human kid was walking towards them and Thing hoped the kid would not be horrible to his family as he was having such a great time . What occurred surprised Thing , his cousins had made his own life a misery . Thing walked up to the kid and comforted him . " What are you doing ? " Asked his eldest cousin . " He is a human , an ugly little misfit of a human , " said another of his family . " He is a soul , that is what he is , " said Thing . " He is just like you and me . " " No he 's not , " shouted another and Thing 's cousins all started to throw stones at the boy . Thing Thing guessed that he was . The cousins told him that he wasn 't needed at the party the next day and that he should go home . No one wanted the little orphan anyway . Thing wasn 't sure what an orphan was , but he was too tired to ask . He walked the human kid to his own home , and then Thing returned and slept outside his aunt and uncle 's house . He would walk to his cave the next day . When Thing woke the next morning , his aunt was sitting by his side . She said , she 'd heard what had happened and that he was indeed most welcome at the party . " My children are young , and my children are wrong . They are scared of the humans , " said his aunt . " I heard what you did and you really are a most beautiful being , Thing . Not only in looks , but in your heart , " then his aunt kissed him on the forehead . He had not been kissed in many moons and it felt good . He attended the party that evening and danced and sang and had the best of times . His aunt and uncle offered him a place to stay permanently but Thing refused , and told them that he had to return to the cave to wait on his mother and father . " They will return one day soon , I know it , " Thing said proudly . Thing war he went to ( and came back from ) , isn 't important here , it 's just important to know that Bobby came back in one piece - well almost . His head was intact , as was his body - but it was a plain and simple fact that his brain and heart didn 't really communicate that well with each other . Whose does ? soldier . In Bobby 's world branches became rifles , and clumps of grass tied to his head made him invisible to the enemy . He used to invade Mister Elder 's garden on a weekly basis . Mister Elder threatened to go to the police , but nothing ever came of it and Bobby kept on invading and taking Mister Elder 's flower beds prisoner . Every morning Bobby would ask his mother if he was old enough to join the army , and every morning she would say the same things - ' not long now ' or ' when you 're a little taller ' . Bobby even hung upside down from trees , for hours , just to make himself that little bit taller . As he grew up and buried in those far - off lands and it made him confused , as a result . In the ten years spent in the army his parents had died , leaving Bobby to feel that he was an orphan . He had a family while he was in the army - he had never been closer or felt more of sense of belonging than those army years , but friends had died in battle or had left . For the first time in his life , Bobby felt totally alone . In his younger years , Bobby would sometimes travel with his uncle ( really a kindly neighbour ) up to St Pancras station and hotel on Euston Road . It had been falling apart for many years , but while his uncle worked on the railways , Bobby would explore the old buildings and the old hotel . In the highest tower ( and for reasons you will understand later , I am saying no more than that ) Bobby found an empty room , full of cobwebs and rats . At each visit , Bobby would smuggle in little objects , pieces of wood ( from which he built a seat ) , and some things to eat and drink . Over the next few years , it became Bobby 's home away from home . One weekend , when his uncle was taken unwell , Bobby sneaked up to the railway station and managed to get up to his den in the highest tower , unseen . He had always place and Bobby found he could still open it . The ledge was there and Bobby clung on to the guttering as he walked , carefully up the roof . The room in the tower . All his survival / army gear was there - even his little notebooks where he recorded all his height changes as he grew . That night Bobby slept well , just like did when he was a kid . Tomorrow could look after itself . It the building . That was when the thought hit him - it would be possible to live up here , as long as he could come and go unseen . He only had a little money , enough to keep him going for two or three weeks at most , and if he left the building in the dark then he should be able to survive for a while . That first day , he ate what was left of the sandwich he had stuffed in his pocket . From up there , the highest room on Euston Road , he could see the world go by and the office workers impatiently watching the clocks on their walls . Bobby 's medication wouldn 't last more than a month or two . The army had handed him some tablets to keep his confusion under control , but in the end the self - control was down to him . Bobby waited until past midnight before he made the walk down the ledge . He could hear the city screaming and shouting from the streets below ; people with families and lives . People without the confusion that had swamped his thoughts . Would he love to be down there and normal ? The thought didn 't last long as a breeze blew up and nearly knocked him from the roof . He managed to catch and started towards Kings Cross . He went into the station and bought some chocolate to keep him going . Bobby was walking to nowhere in particular when , from the corner of his eye and across the street , he noticed a young woman being pushed about by three men . She looked to be in trouble . Bobby sped across the road . Bobby shouted at the men . " Leave the girl alone . " " Says who ? " Asked one of the men . The one with a scar across his nose . " Says me , " Bobby shouted back . " Get him lads , " shouted the fat one . At that point the three of the men threw the girl aside , making her bump her head against the wall . It was easy for Bobby , he was fit and ready for them . He knocked two of their heads , literally together . One sparked out and one ran away . The one with the scar stood his ground and grabbed the girl by the neck . " One the man up and chucked him in a dump . Then Bobby returned to make sure the girl was okay . She seemed to be okay and he found out her name was Elizabeth . She had no money , so Bobby went back and emptied the man in the dump 's wallet . He handed the money to the girl , taking her to a place where she could catch a cab . She asked his name , he told her it wasn 't important and then put her in a taxi . Bobby could hear the station clock strike two in the morning , as he edged his way back to his den in the sky . As streets of London was why he had been put on this Earth . Bobby , the hero ? There was still a grin on his face as he fell asleep . bobby stevenson 2016 The sun was shining the day he decided to do it . It had been a very long time coming , a very long time indeed , but he was all the better for that fact . There had been nights at school learning about the basics , about what to use , what was best , and what would work the fastest . Even when that was complete , he still had to find the right people , still had to find the money to pay the right people . The only consistent factor in all of this - the life - force which had driven a road right through the middle of his life and his heart - was his hatred of them . Of all of them . He had tried to fit in . He had tired of trying to fit in . At school , he was the kid who never got invited to parties . He threw his own but no one ever came . He 'd cried and fought within himself to try make sense of it all . What was wrong with him ? Was he too easy to please ? Probably - that was what they scratched across it . Rather you than me - it said . Rather you take the beating than they found out about me . Bullying was easy . If it wasn 't , then it wouldn 't be so popular . He had more scars than he could carry but still he got up each day , and still he walked the road . Selfishness was a virus now . He saw it everywhere . Self - obsessed little creatures in the middle of the city . Talking too loud - always talking too loud on wasn 't jealously on his part - he had never had any money but he knew that he would have dealt with it much better than the ones who flashed it in his face . Most of his life he had believed in a God , it 's what had stopped him from being a serial killer , but last year - last year when his best friend had spent the night with her boyfriend at his house . Well that was the night of the great storm - the night that the chimney at her boyfriend 's house had fallen through the roof . Just as her boyfriend had gone to the bathroom and left her in bed - right in the path of the falling chimney . That 's when he had stopped believing and now he was free to do what he wanted . And he was going to . And he was doing it for his dead best friend , too . They should have been nicer , all of them . They shouldn 't have been so greedy . Greed was what would destroy the world in the end . The apes loved the smell of money . He had chosen the capital city because that was where there would be the most impact . He had worked and saved for five years to get the cash to buy what he needed . Now he was ready . He had tried the virus on little pieces of paper . It had worked on the animal that lived next door . It was dead within five minutes . The method of transport was easy - he had collected a few hundred copies of the free evening paper and had impregnated them with the virus . He left two copies on each train , bus and underground carriage he visited . Most of them never took the paper home , they were left where they had been read . Someone else would pick up the copy and read it - each of them condemned by their action . By morning the epidemic would have begun . Karma was having its day . They should have been nicer . in a wooden box . Okay , so most of them were over ninety years of age . Okay , all of them were over ninety years of age but hey , you see what was troublin ' my bud ? When they tried to wheel him into the hospital on a gurney , he wouldn 't let go of the ambulance . Jeez , I thought they were gonna have to cut his hands off too , but his Mom used her tried and tested method and hit him on the knuckles and he soon let go . Yeah , you 're right , she was a hard woman . my bud into a bed , and he realized that he wasn 't goin ' nowhere for a while , he kinda settled down . That was when he told me , that it was my job to keep him entertained , ' cause that 's what a pal does . First I heard . was just as stubborn as Buzz . I got around the back of it and pushed the donkey 's ass , but it didn 't shift much . Just as the donkey 's head got through the hospital door , someone screamed and they all came runnin ' - meanin ' that I got scolded and sent home with a letter and the donkey . I was told that when Buzz heard that story , he nearly wet the hospital bed ' cause he had laughed so hard . Me and Buzz were always havin ' trouble tryin ' not to laugh so hard that you gotta pee - , it just is known to drop her knickers and show her bee - hind to anyone who will give her a candy . Okay , so I was desperate . Anyhoo , I gave her two candies just to make sure she done a good job . Can I just say right here , that Becky ain 't the sharpest knife in a drawer and she showed her Every year it was the same thing ; was it going to be a big Valentine 's card ( looks too needy ) ? A small Valentine 's card ( looks too cheap ) or a bunch of flowers ? She picked a large card and the most expensive flowers - if you wanted to make an impact you had to spend large . It would impress everyone and keep her Mum off her back . " Who are these to go to , madam ? " She felt embarrassed saying it , so she 'd written it down and then quickly slid the card across the counter . The flower woman picked it up and read it aloud . " Miss Sophie Breckstaw , 19 , the Gardens . Any message ? " The woman asked and Sophie wondered if perhaps , the woman knew . So what if she did , there were bigger crimes in this world than sending yourself a Valentine . Okay it was sad but hey , if it kept her mother thinking there was someone waiting in the wings to taker her daughter away , it was money well spent . She laughed as she stepped on to the street . Another year , another stupid lonely year . Nothing changes . The following morning she opened her eyes to February the 14th . It was a blue sunny sky that had a hint of winter laced through it . She loved those kind of days . Where you came home from a walk and felt that you had experienced something . She planned to be out when the flowers and card arrived so they would be left at her door . That way , the neighbours wouldn 't think that she was just an old maid waiting on an obsession with cats to kick - in . Sophie was only 32 , for goodness sake , but thinking back on it - several hundred years ago - that was probably a lifetime of living . There was possibly a time when 32 was the mark of an elderly woman . God , she felt depressed . She decided she 'd go to the library ( where else ? ) - She 'd hidden in there as an obese teenager ( the bullies never went to the library ) and she still found the place comforting . It was her church , her sanctuary . She caught her reflection in a window and liked what she saw ( well , kind of ) - she was now the proud owner of a very svelte body and ( almost ) thought her face looked presentable . Sophie never usually saw the admiring glances she got from men and some woman . In her head she was still that ugly child , still fat and still unworthy . The trauma that school kids inflict on other school kids takes some people a lifetime to get over ( if ever ) . Bullies may never achieve anything great in their lives , except for the fact that they live on in nightmares . The library was full of old men , old women , the unemployed and Sophie - the . . . . . . . . well , she wasn 't quite sure where she fitted in . She was between jobs at the moment and had applied for a job in a bookshop just around the corner from the library . " Miss Breckstaw , " whispered the librarian ( the one with the wonky eye ) to Sophie as she came through the door . " That book you ordered , has arrived . " " Which one ? " Asked Sophie . " Let me see , ' Cosmic Ordering for Beginners ' " . " Oh that one , if I 'd been any good I suppose I should have ordered it from the Universe , myself . " Judging by the expression on the Librarian - with - the - wonky eye 's face , this was truly an irony - free zone . So Life was nuts , life was really nuts . It was only the stupid , social climbers who thought that life began and ended with the right schools , right jobs , and in saying the right things . Just live a life , they had to go whizzing to their grave with fashionable clothes on . Sophie thought that maybe she might ( just might ) be jealous of the people she despised . Okay not despised , but generally they got on her nerves . If Sophie had been offered a pill which took away all her doubts , made her shallow and superficial , and therefore only unhappy , when her furniture got out of date - would she take it ? Probably , yes , she thought while sitting in the public library making a good job of impersonating the saddest human being alive . Maybe she wasn 't impersonating , maybe , in fact , she was the saddest person . Still , here she was - she 'd made her bed ( through inaction and inactivity ) and she would have to like it . She a Dan Brown instead . She perambulated ( today 's big word from her ' one word a day makes your brain bigger ' book ) over to the popular section . Usually the homeless , the drunks and the mentally challenged sat over there but she was willing to risk it to get a nice book , one that would drown her problems for the afternoon . Sometimes , only sometimes mind you , she would fall asleep at the table and wake to find that the homeless , drunks , and mentally challenged were all looking at her in a disapproving manner . Some even ' tutted ' and that didn 't help the way she felt about herself and so on those days she would go home and drink a bottle of wine , then cry at all the television adverts . She 'd normally waken at 3am on the same seat and with her eyes glued together - it had passed through her mind more than once that maybe little people glued her eyes shut when Sophie was sleeping and drooling after a few glasses of wine . It was as she was walking towards the popular book section , that Sophie was sure a man , who looked in his thirties ( but was It was one of those looks , where you know that there was a connection but you don 't know why you know that . She didn 't look around , but she could feel him staring at her . Then again , Sophie sometimes went take these so - called ' connections ' with a pinch of salt . She skipped the Dan Brown section and went straight for the weightier writers . Sophie thought that if he was watching , then this would look more impressive - still she 'd normally got that wrong too . She 'd found that when you tried to make an impression - no one was really noticing , and yet there could be someone she wasn 't aware of , drinking in her every movement . Life was very strange . On the way back to her table , carrying ' 1001 Questions about Carpets ' ( to be honest it had looked more intellectual but she hadn 't bothered to read the title ) that she felt his eyes were staring into to her again . Did we all have a sixth - sense ? Probably not , but still he did seem interested . She he was gone . Wrong again , she thought . She knew where this would lead , just like time in the Dragoon Arms Pub , where she 'd go night after night hoping to run into a man she 'd caught looking at her , and each night she would ignore him , and laugh loudly at nothing in particular . This did look super creepy as she wasn 't actually drinking with anyone . Anyway there were weeks sometimes that went by and he wasn 't in the pub , dare you leave me sitting here night after night , don 't you know that we have an imaginary relationship ? ' - Still , saying that would have made her even creepier . So back at the library , she decided to call it a day . She put on her old woollen hat and walked out into the rain . She decide that she would take There he was , standing at the bus stop - did he know she sometimes she took this bus , or was it all in her head ? She stood next to him and was sure she could feel him staring at her . ' Maybe I am completely insane ' , thought Sophie just as he turned and said something about the weather to her . Instead of saying something back to him , Sophie grinned like a serial killer - she couldn 't help it , he 'd caught her off guard . When - but he didn 't . She could see , as she stepped off the bus that the flowers and card were sitting at her front door . Sophie walked away from the bus stop in the opposite direction from her house , hoping that the bus would take her latest fantasy man away and he wouldn 't see the flowers . Just then Mister Secombe , her next door neighbour , shouted on her : " Where are you off to ? " He called . Sophie had to turn , make some stupid excuse and then walk up to her door . " I wasn 't sure to whether to take in the flowers and card , or not . You 've got an admirer , " said , Mister Secombe . Sophie gave another stupid grin and then turned to see the bus hadn 't moved off and HE was watching her and the flowers . So she did what she always did in these circumstances - panic . She picked up the card and flowers and threw them into Mister Secombe 's arms , shouting : " Stop sending me these things , you know that you and I aren 't having a relationship . " Then she looked to see if HE was watching but to her disappointment , the bus had gone . Mister Secombe was completely bemused and wondered if maybe his neighbour was a bit touched in the head . He was just about to tell her that the flowers and card weren 't from him , but Sophie had already slammed the door shut . Still waste not , want not , thought Mister Secombe and he took the flowers inside as he had a very good idea of what he could do with them . It was one of his better thoughts , and because of that , he whistled all the way to the cellar . But that , dear readers , is a story for next time . bobby stevenson 2016 fumes carried on the warm winds long before you could see it . Then there was a ' putt - putt - putt ' as his air machine descended towards the town . Everyone was excited , and I mean everyone , even Mrs Watson and she landing . A flat surface , not too stony , not too grassy that ' stretched for a good distance ' . No one knew how far that was , but the whole of the were hoping that the Captain might be single and ask one of them to marry him . No one had seen a picture of the Captain , but the women were willing to take their chances given that the alternative was dying an old maid and being buried in the unmarried section of the cemetery . Culpepper was whooping and hollering and young Bessie asked her Mom if it was an angel . I had never been so excited in all my life and as it got closer and the noise got louder , my heart started to beat real fast . No one had on to the long field and as the wheels touched the ground safely , everyone started to ' cheer ' . Then the flying machine bumped back into the air and the townsfolk all went ' ohh ' because they were thinking it was going away again . Then it landed , bumped , lifted into the air a couple of more times all followed by ' oohs ' and ' ahhs ' from the folks until it came to a stop at the end of the field . Any further and it would have flattened Jake 's prize bull . I reckon . One was that the hotel belonged to my Mama and two , the Mayor 's wife had suddenly felt faint and demanded to be taken home that instant . " No ifs or buts , Jacob , take me home - now ! " And that was that . a good meal , Jenny said goodnight but that she might have a surprise for us in the morning . I couldn 't get to sleep that night thinking what the prize might be and then over a big plate of grits and eggs the next morning she asked if me and Mama would like to go up in the flying machine . Mama said God hadn 't given her wings . She said thank you kindly but there was no way she was getting in that contraption . I looked at Mama and she just said ' No ! ' but she knew I wouldn 't shut up until she said ' yes ' . Which is what she did , eventually . Jenny shouted " Are you ready ? " I stuck my thumb in the air to tell her I was and soon we were shooting down that field , fast like . Then a weird thing happened , the ground fell away and we were flying . Man it felt good . I looked over the edge to see Mama crossing herself . She 'd be asking God to take care of me . If we climbed any higher , I could probably tell him myself . what he did up on that roof . I could see the guys rounding up the cattle over on the Four Circles ranch . The wind was blowing in my face and hair and I didn 't ever want to come down . That is until Jenny said we 'd need to head back on account of the fuel getting low . I was born in the West Coast of Scotland - a beautiful part of the world . Grew up in Paris , France and Woodstock , New York . I studied writing at college and gained a Masters . I wrote a short film ' Stealing Moses ' which was selected by the British Urban Film Festival , 2015 and was supported by Channel 4 . I have been selected to pitch at BAFTA , twice . I trained through TAPS at Emmerdale and The Bill . When I first got to know her , She was fully formed . A woman with life , and humour and Dreams . And in the gaps between the dark times , S . . . There had always been wars . Even in the times of love and hope , there was always a reason to kill . From the 17 th century onwards , wa . . . His family loved him , of that you can be sure . He was , after all , from them and like them . Sometimes when his mother walked with her chi . . . His family loved him , of that you can be sure . He was , after all , from them and like them . Sometimes when his mother walked with her chi . . . There had always been wars . Even in the times of love and hope , there was always a reason to kill . From the 17 th century onwards , wa . . . When I first got to know her , She was fully formed . A woman with life , and humour and Dreams . And in the gaps between the dark times , S . . . 1 . The day Bingo met The Angel The day that Bingo died was the day I decided to put on my walking boots and leave town . Bingo ha . . . There had always been wars . Even in the times of love and hope , there was always a reason to kill . From the 17 th century onwards , wa . . . Andrew came across the newspaper cutting while packing . It was as soft as felt . Blurred and brushed at the edges , paper turned to cloth . There was a who . . . Philip found a bee today . It was in a bucket of water at the allotment . He didn 't know where it had come from , or what had caused it to end up in the wa . . .