More Goddamn David Rickerby

Halvtreds
Halvtreds means fifty in Danish.

It’s Dave’s birthday tomorrow and there’s a cunningly subtle clue in the title of his latest work as to his age. Since editing poetry is like fashioning a ladder out of live cockroaches, this is pure Dave, his own unadulterated pure self. I just made it look pretty.

If you haven’t already, check out his Facebook page.

Halvtreds and his previous three novels are all available here.

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Coming Home

The Northern Lights Trilogy
You know the drill by now – Artwork by Mattijs Sijtsema, edit by me, words by a goddamn bank robber.

Well it was a busy 2015 but David Rickerby’s Coming Home is available now in paperback.

It’s the final novel of his Northern Lights Trilogy of which Bloody Fields and Aarhus Games Aarhus Rules are Books One and Two respectively. Continue reading Coming Home

Lithuanians and other bogeymen (2009)

lith flash

While desperately searching various drives for my old short stories but finding only corrupted files I came across an old project report, (Back in 2009, Vilmantė, Sölvi, Dina and I produced a heartwarming wee Choose Your Own Adventure style Flash game about villains of the week, those dastardly Lithuanians, and that’s why there’s no such thing as racism anymore.)

It made me smile to remember a time when the knee-jerk armchair generals and vicious bigots of this country were all up in arms about ‘swarms’ from the east rather than the south-east.

The rhetoric may be saccharine and naive but I thought I’d share the report regardless. I’ve stripped most if not all of the business/marketing guff since I didn’t write it anyway; besides, no one visits this blog flushed with expectation for Target Group Analysis and User Scenarios, right?

If nothing else, it shows that you can get away with using colourful language like the S, F and N-words whilst trying to make some sort of sense of this shitty fucking world full of C-words. Continue reading Lithuanians and other bogeymen (2009)

More Goddamn Books

amy sketch
The green is printing ‘bleed.’ I cut the title down from eleven words to three letters. Is that better? I don’t even know anymore. In fact I might not even care. I mean I probably do but I just feel homicidally bored, know what I mean?

Hey, remember me? Yeah, I’m that fat facetious piece of shit who once wrote popular articles, both of them around the starts of ’12 and ’13 (and by ‘popular’ I mean more than thirty Facebook likes; and by ‘articles’ I mean social media toss but who are you to judge—if you can bare to look at yourself in the mirror for long enough to brush your teeth without poking out one or both eyes with your Oral-B then you’re clearly delusional anyway and we have much in common so let’s continue, you daft twat.

Christ, I forgot, there was that one about the Pope as well. Some liked it, some prefer living out their life as an indentured servant to a make-believe tyrant and counter ferociously any attempt to make them, you know, read what even the Tory rags of this rag-tag island of toe-rag proles can hardly deny. Need a final clue? Really? It’s child rape, my dear, and I’m never playing charades with you at Christmas. Continue reading More Goddamn Books

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