It feels like it was another decade when I last bogged. Now I come to think about it, it was. So much has happened it’s been hard to think let alone write. So let’s update on the world…
John Wagner’s brilliant Kickstarter was a success! “Yipee!” This means the second Rok of the Reds comic “ROK the God” will be in my grubby little mitt sometime this year. YES!
Using the age-old political tactic of lying about everything, Boris Johnson managed to talk is way into the top job. For years he’s been fibbing his way to a “home run” with “the Ladies”. This time he’s worked his charms and now looks set to fuck an entire country. All it took was a rugged look, cheeky smile and that tried and tested chat-up line “Get Brexit Done!” Phwoar!
Corbyn’s time as the leader of the “couldn’t score in a brothel” party has come to an end. Once their leader has been selected by another country all accusations of hate crime will come to an end I’m sure. So no more fluffy pensioner reading out emails from his Allotment Advice website at PMQs.
So new year, new world crises. Because as if climate change, Australia burning, Irans Nuclear goals and Donald Trump still breathing wasn’t bad enough, we now have a new virus to contend with. Not only is this a medical emergency with research facilities working around the clock to find a cure, but it’s also all systems go for conspiracy theorists who need some way to blame this on one of the usual suspects of the Clintons, the CIA or the BBC.
Well, I’m determined to write a lot more this year. Need to publish some short stories and write more books. There will be news about an audio drama I’m working on soon so please do keep coming back, I miss you when I’m gone.
Oh by the way, what’s happened to the Liberals? Well, nevermind.
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Everybody who knows me knows how much I adored Rok of the Red, the 6 part comic from British comic legends John Wagner and Alan Grant. For those of you who don’t, please read my previous blog here. Now armed with that understanding you will have some idea how excited I am to be in the knowledge of a pending sequel.
However, such is the nature of the comic book industry at the moment, the creators, now known as ‘Team Rok’ of ‘Red Rok Comics’ are having to run a Kickstarter to raise the necessary and fund the publication (https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/wagnerrok/rok-the-god). It does not need saying that I have already pledged and I am not telling at what level I have pledged due to the fact I have no idea who might be reading this and me getting into trouble for spending too much.
As part of this fundraising drive, Red Rok Comics has released chapter 1 of the new story ‘Rok the God’. 20 pages filled with Dan Cornwell’s glorious artwork all beautifully coloured by Abby Bulmer. I purchased my copy from Dan himself at WynterCon VI in Eastbourne.
One of the many things I love about Rok of the Red is the humour. There is something about its blend of sci-fi and sport that it so far out there, it sparks my imagination and makes me feel the child I once was reading 2000AD on a Saturday morning.
Let me tell you, this second series, so far, doesn’t disappoint. If anything, the love and joy the creators have when working on this project ooze through even more. These are characters that you know are making Wagner and Grant smile as they are writing the next crazy scene. Cornwell’s drawing skills are there in all his work but here they have a vitality that can only come from a place of happiness. Bulmer’s colour choices, so vibrant in the first story, fill each page with warmth and life that shows how much she cares. Even Jim Campbell’s lettering makes me smile in a joyous childlike way. His use of a different typeface for Roks Mother gave her an accent.
The script is sharp, funny and just nuts. The story begins some months after the cup final of the ‘Reds’ with the shrunken versions of Nigel Bull the Ref and the real Kyle Dixon coming out of stasis. Their escape is going to be a fun ride through this second volume I can tell. The dialogue is punchy and the ideas fun. The exchange between Rok and his Mother made me laugh out loud.
From what I have seen in this opening chapter, my excitement levels have gone up. ‘Rok the God’ looks like it’s going to be every bit as good as ‘Rok of the Red’ and then some. Not reading this comic because you don’t like football is a bit silly for me. What Team Rok has created is pure British comic book escapism.
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Copywriting, content writing, words to describe, words to connect.
It is, in my humble opinion, one of the most overlooked and misunderstood areas of sales. You have the products, you have the passion, but do you have the words to let your clients know this?
People buy from you once because you have the right product or the right service at the right price. They buy from you a second time because they enjoyed the shopping experience. The more someone feels connected with a company, the more likely they will become a repeat customer.
It is these repeat customers that every business wants and needs. Constantly pushing for new clients will eventually come to an end. The pool will run dry. If you can increase your customer retention by as little as 5%, the profitability of your business could rise as much as 75%. Repeat customers cost less to advertise to, they are easier to sell to, and they are 100 times more likely to recommend you to a new customer.
Making people come back is not as easy as it sounds, however, with some well-written copy it is far more likely to happen. People like to be informed, feel part of the growth, be included. They like to know that you care as much about the product or service they are buying from you as they do. They want you to be human.
The website is built, marketed, and your SEO is scoring high. So why are you only getting new enquiries? You’ve built a mailing list and have great offers. So why are you only getting less than 1% take up?
The answer may be because the copy text you are using is too SEO driven and not engaging enough. Keywords are for search engines, words are for people. Having a skilled writer develop a blog, write your product description, even write your newsletter copy, can be the difference between 0.4% click-throughs and 6% click-throughs.
You can increase the turnover by simple having web copy that asks for the business in a professional and approachable way. Would you allow your salesperson to stand in front of a client and just spout out a load of buzzwords in the hope that a lot of people will see your shop?
We all know the answer is no, but a lot of businesses are quite happy to allow their website, their online selling tool to do just that. A blog is not just a page for unreadable product description and obviously pushy over positive reviews. It is the human face of your online presence. It allows you to talk to your clients and show them you know what you are talking about. It proves you are passionate about what you do.
Get it right and your blog could be the number 1 reason people return. Popping in to read your latest well-written article, and buy something whilst they are there. With good content, comes great sales. With good customer relations, comes amazing repeat sales. Don’t neglect your copy.
A good copywriter is able to create regular, engaging web content. Giving you that human face, that personal touch, without taking you away from running the business. Get your copy done right, and the rest of the work you do will pay dividends.
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This #Halloween retelling of the “Visit from St. Nicholas” adds wonderfully #spooky and #ghoulish fun to the season of #fright.
So gather the little ones around the fire on this cold #Autumn night, and share in this tale of #ghosts, #ghouls, #zombies, #vampires, #werewolves, and #creatures. #HappyHalloween everyone, I hope you sleep tight. Colin Davies, the author of the Mathamagical, has blended his love of #spooky stories with the most traditional of #Christmas #poems to create this illustrated spook tale to enhance the atmosphere on a #HalloweenNight.
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The morning arrived and the last day of the walk began. The boys had decided to return to Newton and the phonebox of the living Triffids aka, the place we got a taxi from yesterday. I found this admirable, that despite the cock-up with the daily segments, these 2 are making sure they get every single mile in. For my part, I chose not to. Not just because I couldn’t stomach the extra walking, more the fact that I needed to drive for at least 2 hours once we get to the end. The signs on the M6 do say ‘Tiredness can kill” so the extra fatigue could prove to be a safety issue.
The plan was now for them to set off after breakfast and I would wait until around a quarter to 11 before setting off back to the place it all began for me, back at Bowness-on-Solway. I packed my bags, looked up the start of the path from Carlisle and stepped forth into the warm damp air of Cumbria. I was feeling pretty good. The extra rest had cleared my head of the Trammy fog I have become accustomed to. A quick stroll through the town lead to a rather beautiful public park by the river Eden.
Wooden signs pointed me in the right direction. Mick started broadcasting his position live on Facebook messenger so I knew how far behind me they were. Over the last couple of days, my comrades of the Roman Grand Designs were pacing a good deal faster than my expertly executed trudge. We were aiming to meet at the Greyhound pub en route. Unless they could catch me before we reached there.
The path down the side of the river was glorious. The movement of the water, wonderful bridges, beautiful river banks. I had found a happiness on the track. The path rolled on under railway bridges and through woods where the brambles encroached across the walkway. Dog walkers exercised their best friends. One chap had 4 different breeds swimming in the river. Stone steps took me up to winding tracks and down to steel footbridges. My eyes were full of wonder and my mind allowed me to find a comfortable feeling from the memories of my happiest stonings.
Trees to fields, sheep to cows, all the time the boys were getting closer. But this was not a race. I felt at ease knowing that should anything happen to me, if I needed to stop, that they would find me and I would be saved. With no maps, no use of Google spy and no one to follow, I hunted for the acorn symbols and took the paths indicated by the ‘Hadrian’ Wall’ signposts. My legs hurt and my feet hated me, but my mind was good. Down the sides of old farm buildings, past ponds and brooks. I was heading back to where I came from on Friday and yet I hadn’t walk a sing step on the same roads.
I reached a point where the path was diverted by white laminated signs. With no sight of an obvious obstruction, I automatically assumed this change of course was some sort of serial killer’s elaborate trap to lure backpackers down a Wrong Turn. Then I remembered the couple I had met some 10 minutes before walking in the other direction. They weren’t stuffed and mounted to decorate the wall in some incestrial love nest. This convinced me that it was safe to proceed.
By now I was beginning to flag. Having not previously come this way I was unsure of how far I had to go to get to the pub. I passed a parish hall. then some posh houses the likes of which I hadn’t seen since attending Steve’s wedding. The hill up to the village green was tough and my tiredness was starting to impair my thoughts. I couldn’t figure out the best course of action so I pulled out my phone to consult the satellites. No sooner had I opened the cover than the battery died. I had no way of looking up the direction, and no way of contacting the boys, so I decided the time was right to go old school. I found a bench, sat down and waited. Before time had a chance to make another hair grey they arrived. I don’t think I have ever been so pleased to see a couple of 50 plus-year-old men in my life.
Through the guidebook, we found that the pub was about 2km away. So just as the rain started to fall we marched on. Tracker tracks lead us to Bough-on-Sands and for the first time, roads I had previously walked. With cloud seepage dripping from our breathable fabrics we arrived at our resting place only to find they’d stopped serving food. Crisps, chocolate and Haribo’s would have to do.
Leaving the village took us on to the road without end. On my first day, I walked along this 4k stealer of hope with a full pack in desert-like sunshine. This time it was raining and I was with my friends. It was still a road where despair came to lose hope, but the company was great and we laughed our way through. By the time we got the end of that road we were ready for home, however, we still had another 6km to go.
It is funny how the closer you get to the end the further away it seems. The greyness of the sky was making its way into our mood, more paths, more roads. Even the couple engaged in charving parking didn’t draw much more than a cursory glance as we passed. The coast of the Solway twisted around until I could finally see Nina, my car. She was peering out from behind a Ford Fiester looking for me. I patted her on the roof and said “we have one last thing to do,”
Down the side of a house, the final path took us to the coast, the end of the wall, the finish. The boys had picked up stones from the East Coast to bring to the west. They got one for me as well which they gave me on the Friday night. We threw them on to the West Coast shoreline officially bringing this journey to an end. All that was left was to do was return to Nina, go and collect our bags, then drive home.
The sense of achievement is quite something. I know this kind of challenge is beyond the reach of my friends and others who suffer from ME. At times it was the thought that they would probably love to try something like this but can’t that stopped me giving up. I think we all got something special out of the adventure. I know Mick loved it and I think Steve enjoyed the fact it was a tougher challenge than he thought it was going to be. Me, I went through the mill and came out of the other side leaning one very important lesson. The next time Steve says “I’ve got an idea” just say no.
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The sun broke the darkness of our room as an end came to a rather nice Tramadol and Paracetamol cuddled sleep. Pain was very much still deep within my legs and even the task of getting to the bathroom seemed harder than ever before. The previous day had seen me broken, battered, chewed up and spat into a taxi while the lads, as brave a tigers on magic mushrooms, soldiered on until the cold and need for a pint caused them to halt the impossible day. So no matter what, they were going back to complete the missing 10km.
My head was still slightly to the left as a clambered down the stairs toward the breakfast table with all the grace a dead baboon with rigor mortis. Over morning caffeine delivered as tea for me and coffee for the other 2, we discussed the day ahead. It was looking very much like the people we paid to organise our walk had messed up the distances. This had lead to the boys having to backtrack a couple of times. It also looked like the full distance would not be achievable so something would have to be skipped. Some of the most interesting parts of Hadrian’s Wall were on the bit missed last night so if they were going to jump past any of it, they wanted to skip it closer to Carlisle. I really wasn’t sure what I was going to do, then the food arrived. This chewable joy lifted my spirits and I agreed to go back with the boys and continue the walk from where they left off.
The owner of the Bush Nook Guest House was a rather lovely fella called Malcolm. During our discussion about the walk and what could be missed we enlisted his local knowledge. This lead to him offering to drive us back to the Mile Castle. This act of generosity would save us at least an hour of the day, and we happily accepted.
Back on the hills and my first worry wasn’t about getting my legs moving, the stiffness would soon pass. My first worry was about returning to the darkness of yesterday. I knew the boys with their superior fitness and Dory like ‘Just keep swimming’ attitude would take them away from me at times. I needed a way to level my head. My wonderful painkillers would help in one way, but I also needed to keep moving forward and I doubted ambling along in a cotton candy glow would get me very far.
I decided to play in my head, and sing out loud, Pink Floyd’ The Wall for both the joke and as a challenge to see if I could remember all the words. As I looked up at the first of the rocky clambers that the day I mentally put the needle in the groove, I was playing the vinyl version I’m not a barbarian. This allowed me to fall into my own world, my own movie. When the boys waited for me to catch up the soundtrack would fade and the dialogue begins. For the next 3 hours, I was very tired but quite content.
The harsh rock encrusted landscape came to a very abrupt end at Cawfield Quarry, turning into steep yet rolling farmland. This gentler terrain was still tough, just less arduous. It rose and fell like undulating waves leading us trepid explorers back to Gilsland and the Samson Inn for a lovely Sunday lunch.
The afternoon carried on in much the same way only this time I couldn’t figure out which of my record collection I wanted to recount and stepped forward with the sounds of nature. We continued up and down, through forests and across farmland. Many a sheep were seen but far too many to count safely without falling asleep. Time moved on and trudging became the order of the day. My mind started to over think a past that could not be changed and it was time to stop for a rest. Steve’s guidebook informed us about the Hayton Gate Hut, a most wonderful place with tea and coffee and crips and juice and chocolate. All supplied by the wonderful people of the cottage and paid for with an honesty box. It is simple little havens like this that fill me with hope. There are nice people out there who genuinely care.
Time was not for waiting and we had to push on. As fatigue started to take hold my mood did darken. We were all tired and just wanted to get to our next stopping point. Through fields we marched, step after step. The gap between me and the boys was winding and in turn, I was starting to fall inwards. We passed more sheep, through woods, farmyards, through gardens, and just as I was about to declare myself done, I found the boys by a village green calling a taxi. This was the end of our walking today. Now a ride into Carlisle for pizza and medicated slumber.
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Here are some interesting links for you! Enjoy your stay :)