“Remember this, I am not your puppy or your slave or your personal whore and I am not one of your machines. I am a real, live, walking, talking, eating, shitting, fucking, snorting woman. And I am more alive than you will ever be…”

— Blame and her close relation Rage in Blackout, Chapter 19. https://tracywilliams.me/serialisation/

50 second sample: https://soundcloud.com/tracywilliams/blame-rage-in-blackout-week-11-serialization


Harry would never respect her if she kept talking like a whore, he said.
The advice fell on shameless ears.
There are some men with whom women find it easy to flirt, Tessa told Sam. And there are other men with whom women find it impossible not to flirt. Harry was both of these.

The surveillance footage from Tessa’s bedroom was the most boring, relentlessly eventless film Harry had ever watched. If nothing was going on in there save for staid intellectualism there was little point in spending money or time on that particular camera and tapes. Sam had no power over what she did when alone…
“Don’t you know the most erogenous zone in the female body is the brain,” Harry told his nephew. “Why don’t you go in there with her and … you know …”
Read to her.”

—- Blackout, The Dark Side of the Valleys. Chapter 17. http://www.tracywilliams.me/serialisation

—- to hear a 54sec sample: https://soundcloud.com/tracywilliams/tessa-men-in-blackout-week-10-serialization

“I was, once, infected with patriotism.
Overflowing with passion for the Mothercountry.
I was raised on patriotism, me.
Yes, yes, me – I’m talking about me.
I was never let alone to contemplate my own identity.
Cos I was Welsh and must never forget.
‘Twas was a valuable lesson in national pride.
I never questioned it, until now.
‘Cos now things have taken a turn for the worse.
How shall I put it? There’s no nice way.
I am living with an English man.

Tessa Talks Nationalism in Blackout, Week 9, Chapter 15. 50 second excerpt
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Except for the John the Landlord and Old Man Ron the ex-collier in the corner, when Bronwen walked in the Angel was dead.
“Oy! Watch your language lovely boy!” Ron said.
But… the young lot today, they’re just a bunch of fuckin’ – sorry, Ron – soddin’ – druggies …

The old miner staunchly unsupports any attack against the young people of today. He can be found up the Angel in Chapter 14, Week 8 of  Blackout The Dark Side of the Valleys. Written and Read by Tracy Williams.
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To hear the extract from above, click here: 54 seconds.

Dear Listeners, in Blackout, this is my favourite part — so please; impart your opinions, after hearing the performance of Chapter 14, if and when you are able. Advance thanks, Your Humble Narrator.





‘Gazing into the darkness she knew that out there were the Brecon Beacons, robed in the black starry night, waiting for her to say one word. … the reservoir shimmered and flowed as a few cows lowed from somewhere on an invisible slope of grass. When she turned around and looked back … Tessa was already home.’

—Blackout on Audio. Week 7. Chapters 12 – 13. For subscribers. https://tracywilliams.me/serialisation/

‘Oh raskolnikov raskolnikov why hast thou forsaken me? oh those days of silence and literature should never have been filed away …’

Blackout on Audio. Week 6. Chapters 8 – 11. Now available to subscribers.


Chapter 7: the experimental serialization continues …. in a blackout akin to some somnambulistic existence …. in a form impersonating the dark old days of Dickensian publishing style with a view to ending ‘ignorance’ …. these words posted in anticipation of more, sirs, please, a little more …. recommendations from literature lovers of listening to the spoken voice of a humble narrator who loves to read aloud …. to be continued ….