Friday, 10 April 2015

Early Draft of Chapter 2 - An Excerpt From The Cirrus Project

Chapter Two

Journalist gets involved, warned off

Duncan Jones took another swig of his luke warm coffee and grimaced; coffee with no sugar was like a bacon sandwich with no brown sauce – un-natural. Ever since he had seen the nurse who advised him to change his dietary habits otherwise he was liable to develop diabetes, he had embarked on an healthier lifestyle. Museli for breakfast, small salad at lunchtime the grilled chicken for tea, he had felt his love affair with food was on a slippery slope. He ran his fingers through his jet black hair; at least that was still in good shape unlike so many of his school friends on Facebook most of whom were as bald like a billiard ball. He looked at his reporters notepad noticing the name circled on the page – Norman. Where the hell was he, he thought as he reached for his phone to give the old duffer yet another call. Norman was supposed to have given his an interview with the latest piece about crop circles – hardly riveting stuff but enough lines to fill the space demanded by his editor for the weeks edition of The Gazette & Herald, a weekly newpaper filled the local news and more importantly adverts which actually paid for the paper. They had known each other for the last 10 years and had built up a strong friendship ever since Duncan had written a piece about Norman’s wife’s funeral – it had touched the old boy greatly that he had written quite a few lines about her – Duncan didn’t have the heart to tell him that the only reason he had was that he had next to nothing to write about that week...

He found Norman quite fascinating in his pursuit of the truth about the little green men from mars as he used to call them. It started after Norman had got caught up in the infamous Malmesbury ufo sightings in 1965. He was fishing at Shearwater when he and a group of anglers saw a strange cigar shaped object remain stationary in the sky for over 20 minutes. Some thought it was an experimental American spy plane from one of the local air bases but to Norman it was definitely and alien craft.

Working for the local rag had its little perks as the office was based in the market place in Devizes and it had the right balance of nearby shops and amenities. Coffee shops for his regular caffeiene hits, Greggs for lunch and Mikeys Haidressers when he needed a haircut.


  1. Wonderful set up. And so right about bacon without HP (brown Sauce) that it a must in my world :)

  2. Thank you Gillian! We are all guilty of liking/RT someone's post without actually reading it fully (or at all lol) as we are mates with them so I really appreciate you taking the time to read and then comment!