MG Midget: Engine Removal the Overview

This is documented on the web in many places  but i find that having my own notes on the subject help no end Remove in order Remove Fiberglass front end Radiator and hoses/ heater hoses Ground strap/ speedo cable  4 x nuts holding engine mounts to body 2  x Bolts...

Story: The Survivor

The Survivor  Alex Hazlewood February  2014 [Word Count 515] How many soldiers had died in that last charge, the Captain thought as he wiped the blood and sweat from his brow. The ground ahead littered with the dead, horses and men alike churned into the soil, a sick...

MG Midget: Suspension rebuild

So after 2 months of no activity, i have finally allocated time to putting my Sprite back together, All the replacment parts were ordered in November and were waiting for my to start playing, still I ended up having to buy some longer M10 Bolts once i started putting...

Review: La La Land

A  modern musical with a twist. As the credits rolled at the end of the film  i wiped a small tear from my eye, the film was everything i had imagined and so much more.  The film begins with a musical number, a girl stuck in a traffic jam starts to sing and then...

Story: The Castle

The Castle   Alex Hazlewood November 2015 [512 words] The journey had been exhausting, but finally his goal was in site, a castle surrounded by a poorly maintained forest. Secluded from most travelers and far from the beaten track the climb up the rock face had been...

Story: The Goblin King

The Goblin King Alex Hazlewood March 2013   The old man picked up the stick. He pushed it into the embers of the dying fire. The guttering flames jumped into life, casting light on the gathered children. They watched his every move. His hand moved across his...

Poem: Rats

Mice like rice, And cats like hats. Dogs, so they say are keen for frogs, Buts frogs,  even though are liked by dogs prefer the feel of tender logs. Mice, Cats, Dogs and frogs, are funny in these amazing ways. Flies like to sail across clear blue skies, While Eagles,...

Poem: The Mountain

I feel the wind hold me, pull me, seduce me, Its caress is embracing, but not loving or warm. I fight this concrete blanket, and battle on forward, Step after step, after step after step. So easy to stop, so easy to sleep, Easy to fail and fall from my feet It calls...

Poem: Where do all the flies go?

  I see them from the window, so busy as they play in the dying Sun. They ride the heat waves on the steps. Black angry clouds of anarchy. Waiting for man or beast to enter their chaotic domain. Diving, twirling they fall upon their prey, no eye is safe to their...