Wordsmithing: words have power Brian McFadden

Wednesday, 2 March 2011

WORDS HAVE POWER - THIS IS ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE LINE

I like you just the way you are, drunk and dancing at the bar, I can't wait to take you home so I can do some damage
I like you just the way you are, drunk and dancing at the bar, I can't wait to take you home so I can take advantage.

Brian McFadden has a team working with him to help him make all important decisions. I keep trying to imagine the decision making process that lead to him releasing this track. I'd put the video for it here but I don't want to inflict it on you.

Brian McFadden continues to defend his new single against allegations it glorifies date rape - and has even said he will give all the profit from the song to a charity which supports victims of rape. I bet the victims of rape are relieved - that will put them totally at ease.

Words have power. Brian McFadden is too influential to wield them carelessly.

I'M FEELING ONE DEGREE AWAY FROM IRATE; DO YOU THINK I'M OVER-REACTING?

RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Wednesday, 2 March 2011

WORDS HAVE POWER - THIS IS ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE LINE