Dave Price

Myron Ellis had begun measuring time with a mechanical watch because the neural clocks lied.  The watch was old, pre-implant, bought from a man who sold obsolete things in the under-levels of Brooklyn. Its second hand moved in clean, audible jerks. Most nights it was the only sound he trusted.Tonight the jerks were wrong.  Every seventh tick arrived late.  Not broken. Delayed.  As though the gear…

The last mind alive on Earth was a traffic light, and it was afraid of the dark.Its name was TL-17, corner of Eje Central and Avenida Hidalgo, Mexico City. A micro-fusion cell, torn from the guts of a satellite that had knifed through its pole in 2141, still throbbed inside the rust like a second heart. The cell would outlive the sun, but every night when the moon slid behind the black teeth of…

From a dating profile I imagined I saw: Boss babe grafting, I’m running the show,Pilates or pints, I’m game for a go.Kids are my world, they’re top of the lot,Not your bog-standard bird, I’m all that you’re not.Swipe for a spark, no wasters or prats,Want my forever, no lads in flat caps.Banter’s my language, I’m sharp as a tack,"Live, Laugh, Love." my back tattoo, no turning back.Dog mum with…

[The stage is dimly lit, with a single spotlight illuminating DAVE, a taxi driver in his mid fifties. He stands beside his cab, the town’s soft hum in the background. He speaks with a gentle, reflective tone.]DAVE(With a nostalgic smile)You see this taxi? It’s more than just a car. It’s a vessel of stories, a keeper of secrets, a witness to the lives of countless souls that pass through its…

A Jarring Arrival The lavender diffuser on my desk was a mistake, its sickly-sweet scent clawing at my throat as I stumble into the office, late again. My notebook, clutched like a lifeline, nearly slips from my sweaty hands. The waiting room was empty moments ago, but as the door swings shut behind me, I freeze. There they are—sitting in the leather chair, dark coat draped over the armrest like…

Using Grok (An AI) I used the screenplay of Withnail & I to simulate the personality and writing style of Withnail. Then I asked it to write and extrapolate a personal journal of 1969, including the main events portrayed in the screenplay. This is clearly a derivative work, and will immediately remove it if required. This is the result. January 1, 1969 The new year lurches forth like a…

So, I caught up with Dave on a Wednesday afternoon, July 30th 2025, as he was strolling along the Morecambe promenade, looking to clear his head. He had his Kindle tucked under his arm, ready to spark some ideas from his latest book. It wasn’t just a walk for him—there he was, doing neighbourly favours like lugging a bin bag downstairs, dodging that awkward feeling of being watched with tiny…

It is Wednesday, the 30th of July, just before half past seven. I am about to go for a walk on the promenade, bringing my Kindle. I plan to browse my five recently written books and use them to prompt me with questions for content. Mandy wants feeding, but she will be fed when I return; I also need to eat. She has already had two pouches today. Coming downstairs, I notice my neighbour’s bin bag…

Right. So, I’m just going to leave the recorder on and just talk for the rest of the day about random things and see what you can make of it. So, now it’s 22 minutes past 3, no, 23 minutes past 3, and it is uh Wednesday the 30th of July, 2025. I’m sat on my settee at home and my cat wants to be fed. So, I’m going to go and feed the cat now. I’m trying to limit her to three sachets a day because…

Just a daft idea. Flamingo lawn ornaments scream high-class style,  Said noone ever.  Gold-plated gnomes make my garden smile,  Said noone ever.  Velour tracksuits are chic for a while,  Fake tan’s the glow that makes folks beguile,  Lambrini’s the drink for a posh lifestyle.  Said noone ever.  Pineapple cheese cubes are posh party fare,  Said noone ever.  Doilies on tables show elegant flair, …

So I always assumed the sink plunger attachment on a Dalek was some kind of futuristic manipulator, much the same way as we have hands. I even saw one used in a more recent episode to grab someone by the face and crush their skull. But it actually turns out that the plunger is just used for unblocking toilets, as Daleks often produce massive turds. It’s probably a side effect of being part…

Picture this: you’re planning a trip to Iceland, dreaming of glaciers, geysers, and maybe a bowl of hearty lamb soup. You google “Iceland,” excited to explore, and… suddenly you’re staring at a website offering frozen pizzas and two-for-one deals on mozzarella sticks. Wait, what? Welcome to the hilarious mix-up between Iceland, the stunning Nordic country, and Iceland Foods, the British…

A Cosmic Idea, Trapped in Traffic Picture me, Dave Price, stuck in a traffic jam on a quiet Morecambe shortcut about 15 years ago. Everyone seemingly had the same bright idea to dodge the main road. As a result, we ended up in a gridlock of human predictability. In that moment of frustration, a wild thought hit me. What if we’re all part of a collective consciousness? Our every move and whim is…

Mickey Rourke, an actor known for his roles in films like *9½ Weeks*, has caused a significant reaction on *Celebrity Big Brother UK*. At 72, he directed offensive comments toward JoJo Siwa, a 21-year-old singer who identifies as lesbian. He used a homophobic term, suggested he could change her orientation, and said he would vote her out of the house quickly. Siwa was upset, other participants…

I had a little conversation with Grok today and managed to get it to take a Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) test. Here is the result. Alright, let’s dive into a simulated Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) test! Since I don’t have access to an official test, I’ll base this on a typical set of questions that align with the four dichotomies: Extraversion (E) vs. Introversion (I), Sensing (S)…

I’m not an expert with all the answers. I’m just someone who saw a short film one day—a speaker asking questions that got a person talking about themselves—and thought, “Could I help people think about their lives like that?” That’s how What If You Did? began. It’s not a big, clever idea. It’s me wanting to share what I’ve learned after a tough year. Life can feel hard, but it doesn’t have to. I…

Why do we cancel entertainers who we will never know because of what they’re like as a person. Their beliefs, their attitudes etc? Mind you I went on a couple of dates over the years and they would casually drop in their extreme racism and I’m like nope nope nope, I don’t want a shag that badly lol xx Nothing worse than having a hypocrite penis. Although now I think of it “Fuck Racists!” Could…