Letterpress Type – hand setting and compositions. Like the old days

It was slow and precise. Then machines that set text appeared rattling out 9,000 characters an hour, 24 7; save for maintenance. In the 50’s I remember the FOC- Father of the Chapel, saying, ‘Don’t worry your job is safe, been around for 600 years. Jim referred to rumours a man at Bromley in Kent 20 miles from where I worked at a large printer at Chatham in Kent. This man had a machine called a ‘Word Processor,’ and could set in a week, more type than several hundred Compositors in the county could do in a month. Some years later and when Rupert Murdoch virtually shut down London’s Fleet Street, thousands of Tradesmen were out of work. What happened you see was. Typists could type text/copy it was transferred to a material that...

Short Story The Sea Witch. An intro.,

This is as screenplay – Final Draft format. INT or EXT = Interior/Exterior. Named Caps = characters. VO = Voice over   EXT. SEA. ON SCREEN: NEAR WESTERN AUSTRALIA, FEBRUARY 1751   A Spanish galleon chases a Dutch galleon, it’s overloaded low in the water. Each ship flies a sagging national flag. There’s little wind. Suddenly, the wind grows, sails flap. The sky blackens. thunder rumbles. The CHIEF DECKHAND on the Dutch galleon stares at the billowing sails, and smiles broadly and tugs his hat down. CHIEF DECKHAND. C’mon me hearties look lively, if you want to see Rotterdam again before Davy Jones, get those sails spread. CREWMEN scurry up the four-masts. Masts tilt as the ship lurches, swinging men out over the strengthening white swell. One man...

Short Stories. The Skunk’s Room

The Following is from my screenplay; Cast of Eagles. Air Commodore Al Deere is not mentioned in this. Skinner existed, other characters are fictitious. That said, I had two versions ref., Sq/Ldr., Skinner: first, his dialogue as written. Another, he didn’t say this. I left it my screenplay for greater effect, as I believe this the true one. Even the skunk’s room, first it existed and maybe still does. The other version, it never existed. Either way, it’s my way of saying Thank You to these brave young men. I lived in Chatham, Kent. It was in a sky-path aptly called Bomb Alley. Between Dover and Lydd was Hell Fire Corner. I remember the dogfights as if they happened yesterday. The old reinforced concrete walls and roof of this very old neglected world war two...