The Great Forumshire Story

Love that drawing Norc- very 1940's spy chic.  

Nice one norcy! I like it!!

^^

 wow thats great!  

 Um... I'm getting jealous of Petty now... I really should not have let Petty have you, Mrs Figg...  


Norc, that's incredibly impressive of you...

OF ARTISTRY AND ERRANTRY

oh to be
or not to be
a norc
a stork
a cork
a bastion baulk
of ship
a chip
a vessel knit
with art
and craft
and old fashioned baths
a joyous fill
of frills and krill
artful krill
in lines
refined
and Figg defined
(at least,
in her mind ---
and in my mind
you'll find  )

oh norc
a stork
a cork
your artistry
is in my thought
i'm caught
you've bought
my manly soul
(every manly soul
loves
a perfect doll!)

Lord Byron - from "Contemplations not written."

by Wisey Banks

a middle aged woman asked if i had kids and if that was the reason i wasn't in school while i was at work once b4 Norc goes getting ~all~ the glory

Amarië wrote: Bet you'll start crying and swat at her with your hands 'cause she pulled your hair.

Nobody messes with the 'do!

Go on ebay. Buy a ladder and have it delivered. Then become a Wella shampoo hair model.

I'm busy combing my hair to keep it luxuriant, though.  

Lancebloke wrote:Not sure I will get to another chapter today. Only just on train home and have a busy evening!

What sort of author would make his fans wait an entire day for the next update?

Norc wrote:my contribution to everything. (i was hoping to do something cooler, but i sat at the ipad and i haven't figured how it all works.. and it's like drawing on glass with a thick finger  still prefer pen and paper.. but ofcourse u can make a video on ipad)

I've said before that I like your speeded-up drawing videos, but it's really cool seeing how you do it (and starting to see how drawing on an iPad works and what little tricks you can do with it). And Agent Figg looks great.

gosh, thanks guys ^^ still prefer pen and paper to be honest . but that doesn't have layers

now start writing LANCE!

 
and i love the poem

But its wimbledon semi final day! If they both go 5 sets it might be bed time!

Ahh.. a banks! You may have just worked your way in to the story. Will be chapter after next as I have planned and researched the next one. Just need time to write it!

just get on with it  

Orwell wrote: Um... I'm getting jealous of Petty now... I really should not have let Petty have you, Mrs Figg...  


Norc, that's incredibly impressive of you...  

dont worry Orwell, the wedding is defo off. Petty seems to think 'mature' women are all semi-invisible decrepit sagging losers, bemoaning their lost youth and firmness. Its that sort of clap trap that gets you Divorced in Forumshire.

Nestled between 2 mountain ranges and at an altitude of 9200 feet, San Francisco de Quito, or simply Quito, is the highest capital city in the world. Its museums, parks and nightlife drew many tourists to the north of the city, however this was not where Agent Nora found herself today.

She walked cautiously down a narrow street in the old town, passing the bright greens, reds and oranges of the houses either side. All of the street names in the area had been christened with the identity of another city or country. Santiago, Buenos Aires, Bogota, Venezuela and Mexico, the building she was looking for was on the corner of Rio de Janeiro and Canada, not far from the large Plaza America where she had been dropped off.

'You look at little lost,' came a voice from a small doorway next to her.

Nora looked round and there, leaning against a white wall was the face she had committed to her memory before boarding the flight to South America. It had struck her at the time how elf like her follow agent, Amarie, looked. And not the small kind with over the top facial features. In real life, she appeared even more elegant with her flowing summer dress and long brown hair. Although she was tall, her frame suggested she should be relatively frail, however Nora knew better. She was an agent and agents were tough.

'Well, the ice never thaws on Cotapaxi,' she replied using the phrase given to her by Eldorion.

'Then bring your crampons cause were going climbing.'

'I'm gonna kill Eldorion for making me say that.'

'Your reputation seems justified,' laughed Amarie. 'Just waiting for the expletives to match the short fuse.'

'How about this. Fuck you!'

For once, Nora said the words with a smile. She liked Amarie already; a no shit kinda girl like herself.

'We better get moving,' said Amarie. 'I have it under good authority that our Mr Orwell is visiting the Basillica del Voto Nacional in the centre of the city in about 2 hours.'

'He is religious?'

'Yeah, most criminals around here seem to be hardcore catholics.'

'He gonna have company?'

'Probably. But he doesnt know either of us so we should be able to get quite close.'

'Good, cause I have a nice new shiny knife I have been dying to give a test run.'

Amarie looked at her in horror.

'In the cathedral?'

'Why the fuck not?'

'Trust me, that is not the place to do it unless you want the whole city after you. Plus, dont underestimate Orwell. He doesnt have a reputation for nothing. If you want to assassinate an assassin, that is who you go to.'

As Amarie point her to a small old Ford, Nora wondered how Agent Figg had gotten on with Tyrant. History between people always got in the way of a job. That is why she had been reluctant to go herself. Figg had taken the much harder job.

Mrs Figg wrote:dont worry Orwell, the wedding is defo off. Petty seems to think 'mature' women are all semi-invisible decrepit sagging losers, bemoaning their lost youth and firmness. Its that sort of clap trap that gets you Divorced in Forumshire.

I tried to coach him in becoming a modern man! I just hope this doesn't infringe on the tale of the Poisonous Plums.

The new chapter is great, Lance! I like the (real world) globetrotting setting, and it's great to meet all of the characters again to see how they're similar or different to previous incarnations. Excellent stuff!

Trust you to find something to take offence at Mrs Figg in a generally frothy light hearted tale.  

Loving it

I guess it is lighthearted and frothy if you aint a 'mature' woman being told she has to hoist her tits up from around her ankles. Its a particularly poisonous type of mysogyny which is embedded in cultural practices and ideologies that have accrued over enormous stretches of time. It is based on a hierarchy of values, that are so commonly expressed in so many places in our culture that they acquire the status of common sense. They’re expressed in commonly used put downs to females over a certain age, which undermine a womans self confidence and slowly corrodes her self worth, and women are guilty of believing these things are just things they have to tolerate. Normally it involves a woman over the age of 35 being told she is invisible or no longer physically attractive therefore equating her 'value' only in terms of the male gaze. Its an old old trick, and it made for surprising and unpleasant reading.

And here was me basing it on the words of little old ladies in old folks home talking humorously about their sagging bits.

I had no idea they were all misogynists!  

w/e

Keep your arguement off my thread!!!

bitch i haven't done anything even