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The following passage is the beginning of weekly updates from my new and as yet untitled novel.

Comments and suggestions are welcome.




"I vote that we move to the theme of violence"cried a gentleman with a balding head, a full beard and brown coloured ale congealing at the corners of his mouth, "yes" replied the gentlemen sitting around the table almost in unison, some bashing their fists upon the table. While their elbows desperately sought the space between the oversized schooners of beer, empty shot glasses, box like ash tray overflowing with smoldering cigarette butts, paper and beer mats. They gulped down the ale as if this was to be their last drop but the night had many hours left to go. This moment in alcohol fuelled revelry was ultimately to be their downfall. Each of the 8 men's doom. To some this would forge an almost unavoidable groove towards swift and total annihilation. To others the end would take a far more long and distressing road.

This was the beginning.