Bubble Trubble

Bubble Trubble

by Peter Flint
     
 

Gubble-Dee-Goo...Handle With Care!

If Pancake hadn't been chasing the rabbit, then he wouldn't have tried to take a short cut through Gubblebum's legs...

If Pancake had not tried to take a short cut through Gubblebum's legs, then she would not have gone flying through the air, empyting all the old rasberry jelly into the spell...

If Gubblebum had

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Gubble-Dee-Goo...Handle With Care!

If Pancake hadn't been chasing the rabbit, then he wouldn't have tried to take a short cut through Gubblebum's legs...

If Pancake had not tried to take a short cut through Gubblebum's legs, then she would not have gone flying through the air, empyting all the old rasberry jelly into the spell...

If Gubblebum had not emptied all the old rasberry jelly into the spell, then the magic Gubble-Dee-Goo would never have been invented, Princess Gravellina would never have been trapped and Calvin Osric Oliver Laurence the Third would not have been sent to slay a dragon in exchange for the World's Most Powerful Bubble-Blaster...

Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940045491426
Publisher:
Nemesis Publishing
Publication date:
12/08/2013
Sold by:
Smashwords
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
122 KB
Age Range:
5 - 11 Years

Meet the Author

'Riders of the Purple Plain' was a story I wrote when I was ten years old. I sent it to my Dad who was probably in Northern France having taken part in the D-Day landings. I have joked that he would have preferred to face the German machine-guns than read my story! It was my Dad who read to me; told me stories of his own boyhood escapades and lots of jokes which probably set me on the path to my love of books and writing…that ******* Adolf Hitler has a lot to answer for! My next literary success was at Grammar School. For English homework we were asked to write a poem…I wrote two! My mate hadn't done his homework so I gave him the 'frivolous rubbish' one I had written about head-scarves which were the 'cool' fashion for girls at the time…and you thought that society hadn't made any progress! I also wrote a 'deep soulful poem' which must have been good because it was difficult to understand. 'My mate's poem' was published in the School Magazine while mine went to that great waste-paper bin in the sky. I also wrote a poem about my dog which won a competition (the poem not the dog) being run by the local newspaper. I didn't think mine had a chance of winning and writing poetry is…well…a bit…girly. So I put another mate's name on the entry. Again my mate was puzzled when a reporter turned up at his door with the glad tidings. He had every right to be puzzled as he didn't even have a dog! I was easily tracked down and my prize was a trip in a car to the local park for a photo-shoot .Un fortunately, my dog had fits and scrabbled and raced around in the official car being sick! Still it is rather a nice photo! Apart from another deeply philosophical poem which got into the college magazine, my writing career juddered to a halt when I started teaching. I did use my stories to start off English assignments but that was all… Fast forward forty years. I had retired from teaching and began to write short stories which I occasionally sent to publishers only to receive the inevitable…'this is the greatest story since Bill Shakespeare was writing his stuff but…' I went to Doncaster Central Library and asked if they had a Writer in Residence. They no longer had but sent me to the Doncaster Arts Centre which was at a former school in Bentley. There I met Ian MacMillan who was the W-in-R. Ian read some of my stuff and advised me to have an on-going project at which I could 'work' when the Muse was absent. I wrote about my two years National Service experience in the Army. He also advised me to join a Writers' Group so I joined Rossington Writers where I have been a member for almost twenty years. I have had a few minor successes, winning a few local Poetry Competitions and a couple of one-act play competitions. I had a 'rap' called 'Geriatric Jive' performed on John Peel's Sunday morning magazine programme and a humorous poem read out live on the B.B.C.'s coverage of the Chelsea Flower Show. I have written stories for all my grandchildren. When my oldest grand-daughter was small and I was taking her somewhere in the car, she used to say, "Tell me a story Grandad." The most difficult subjects she gave me were…a blanket and a hedge! Imagine trying to drive and making up a story about a blanket or a hedge! Then she came up with…'A Princess in a Bubble'. I must have thought of something but, later, I thought this was a great idea and wrote the 'Bubble Trubble' story for her. When she was at university she designed a cover for this story and I tried to get it published but again…'this is the most wonderful children's story we have ever read etc but…' Last year I read in the South Yorkshire Arts magazine about Nemesis Publishing and they did a brilliant job on this book. Here endeth the lesson!

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