The Suddenly Kate Show

I promised a poem today and here it is...inspired by a character in a podcast produced by BannedLibrary  (also on iTunes podcasts) called Grandad. Check out podcast 4 for a listen (he's towards the end'ish)

Grandad speaks

Smooth Steady Enticing 
Gentle Gravelly Delighting
Deep Heavy Unrelenting
Quiet Sexy Pretending

On Tuesday I asked a Twitter friend if she remembered a particular brand of crisps, she didn't  and I didn't  and my sister didn't and no-one else did! Still, to this day it is plaguing me - feel free to add your suggestion in the comments.
It was a rainy Tuesday in October When I thought of crisps and then I told her I said "Lynn, you won't want to believe it When I tell you, you'll think I'm an utter tit"
She said "you are! but whats up Kate? You can tell me, I'm your twitter mate" I shared the news of my new dilemma With her and then, my older sister Emma
I told her they're crisps you find in a cheap pub Not the kind from your local country club I said you know the ones I mean They come in blue packets and not the green
"Smiths" she cried, "do you think it is them?" "No!, but thanks you're such a gem" "Walkers" she hollered "or maybe Brannigans" I knew this had started a whol…

During band interviews, I used to ask whether the song came first or the music. I was surprised to hear most say that the music came first but it is a bit like the chicken and the egg scenario.

I cannot write music and I doubt I am the greatest song writer that ever there lived, but this morning I was inspired to write a song albeit a very brief folksy (I imagine) song. I would love to be able to have some music to go with this and if you are a musician who has accidentally stumbled onto this page and thinks you have a tune for it then I would love to hear it (hoping for miracles). EDIT: Someone recorded it for me!!! See video below!

It was written in response to the Write4Ten prompt: On a fishing boat [Setting] (please note: I have changed the image as this is more appropriate to the theme of my song/ditty)


As I sail to you
Early in the morning, through the wind and the rain My body is beaten by nature, without any refrain I battle the seas, with my sails and my net Just to get clos…

I nearly forgot that today was FSF day!

Here is my contribution :)


Tonight was THE night.
In the past she had always chickened out but tonight nothing was going to stand in her way.
He wouldn’t know what hit him she thought, as she smoothed the silk gown over her hips and carefully placed her feet into the crystal slippers, he didn’t stand a chance when she looked this good.
Entering the ballroom from the side entrance, she could see him talking to one of her ugly sisters – ugh! – this Prince was hers and she was going to show everyone.
She grabbed the nape of his neck, closed her eyes and kissed him as her stomach performed a million somersaults, she opened her eyes “Buttons!”

I was inspired to write this piece based on one of my phobias…
Sat there on the sofa in her Pjs and with a duvet over her she gazed at the TV. Her nose was bunged up and she was forced to sit open mouthed in order to breathe. Her only interruption was a niggling yet persistent cough. It didn’t want to commit to being a big hearty cough, oh no, it liked to sit there at the back of her throat occasionally stroking her tonsils and setting them to itch mode. Her chest was laden with a sheen of vapour rub but for all the effect it was having she might have well used vegetable oil. Beside her was a glass of water and a combination of used and fresh tissues.
She dreamed of respite from this blasted cold as she popped another lozenge into her mouth. A yummy cherry one – there were some perks - but as she threw it in and then yanked the duvet back onto her (it had a habit of sliding off) the lozenge lodged in her throat. She released the duvet and half choked and coughed, choughed?,  in order …