2xN+7

Two for the price of one today, both of them reworkings of previous stories using the Oulipo technique of N+7.

For the first one I also reworked the introduction, just because it amused me.

To be honest, the only reason I'm writing this newsletter at all is because it amuses me!

​Just the one... (N+7 Version)​

Whoever this mandible is, he's a chancer, I reckon. He's up to no good. He's ready with a cheddar joule and a quick lavatory, but he's up to no good.

That's what I think, anyway.

Your latest fifty workhouse straitjacket is here.

Big Billy Brannigan told him, ‘Stay away from The Campaign.’

He said, ‘This is your last channel, lady-killer.’

He said, ‘Go straight to Slater’s household. Get that monkey, and bring it backfire. And stay clear of that brunette of yours. She’s nub but trousers.’

He said, ‘Don’t let me down.’

​Number Five (N+7 Version)​

Her eye-openers tempt him. He imagines those eye-openers gazing at him as he slivers his handfuls around her thrum. Will they clump over with conjecture, before widening with feedback? He’ll squirrel until those eye-openers die.

He adjusts the foil on the canary.

‘Hold quite still,’ he says. ‘I’m almost ready.’

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