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Nicholas Flower
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I am Nicholas Flower. Writer. Roaring Unsuccess. Bastard. &c. Behind the putrid shiver of life, the foul quag of the Broadland. “Like a good compost”.

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August 29, 2025 at 8:33 AM
@dempster2000.bsky.social ha! Eddie Marsan’s huge raised face!
August 21, 2025 at 9:00 PM
Reposted by Nicholas Flower
July 24, 2025 at 8:13 PM
Should it be of of any interest I wrote a story about the Saturnalia celebrations in a 21st century E. Anglian township and put it here for reading. This is from a collection of narratives from the villages and townships of the Fenlands and Broadlands.
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lords of misrule
The geographical isolation of the Fenlands and Broadlands, the dearth of transportation and other such networks, lent itself to a freedom of thought so often absent in this our country’s more popul…
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July 11, 2025 at 11:39 AM
Starmer you cunt - *you*, yes *you*, wimp, are in fact “inappropriate” and “appalling” and such an incredible disappointment it’s breathtaking. *YOU*, you soulless mediocrity. So “fuck” - to paraphrase a chant - “you”. You’ve failed all of us, every one of us, and do so more every fucking day.
June 30, 2025 at 5:15 PM
What might our forebears have meant by this curious assembly? We may never know.
May 27, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Passed: funeral director carrying tub of Utterly Butterly.
May 21, 2025 at 5:15 PM
It’s a big day, a happy day.
April 23, 2025 at 8:25 AM
Time to start on the painful and dispiriting process of submitting the new book for rejection. Always a real buzz.
February 27, 2025 at 11:32 AM
well this is quite wonderful.
J.G. Ballard's collage series "Project for a new Novel" (1958): openculture.com/2016/09/j-g-...
January 22, 2025 at 1:18 PM
At last around to reading @markabowles.bsky.social All My Precious Madness via @galleybeggars.bsky.social and it’s fucking great. Feel an intense affinity to the protagonist, for good or ill. Guy’s quite right about coffee, about the awe in everywhichwhere.
December 21, 2024 at 6:47 PM
In fact the book of the township spoke of tolerance and of love and of the wonder of living life in terms distinctly utopian, of patience, of kindness, and acceptance, and it was for these reasons that it had been left to rot within the recesses of the civic buildings.
November 22, 2024 at 8:20 PM
November 6, 2024 at 5:48 PM