Archive for Jan, 2014

Continuation of ‘The Harlequin: Passage one’.


It is the 30th of October, 2014. It is a Tuesday. The week has begun, progressed and is beginning to come to an end, but many people are still unable to truly relax as they can at their most beloved weekends. I woke up as normal, with a heavy head. The night before had been laden with nightmare and voices. Used to it i may be, but it is regrettably no less terrifying. Ahh yes, my nightmares. I think they have blighted my mind the majority of the time since my parents split from one another.

The dreams always consist of myself sitting in a dark, dank room with grey concrete walls. I am always sitting on an old, yet ornate wooden chair. A paupers throne i suppose.  Opposite me, near the wall, there are my parents committing awful, repugnant acts of homicide upon each other. These acts are repeated over and over again, until my mind is spiraling and whining. Then i spring back to the real world. The world of the awakened. I almost always awake teary and sweaty. Damn these nightmares!

Each dream resided over by one abhorrent magpie.

After several minutes, I ascended from my grubby bed, groaning “Bugger…” as I went, as I often did. The night before had been an arduous one to be sure. I had been on the absinthe once again with my most cherished friends. I was most certainly regretting it now, my head and gut were spinning like a carousel. My body enjoys punishing me! It revels in my pain, as if it were a self destructive torturer.

As i gripped my loathsome head, I remember looking around my bedroom in a daze. Or as my brother called it my “den”. As I did, I remember thinking two distinct things. The first being how much of a dump my room was. A veritable hovel I say! As I peered around the room, I felt a feeling of belonging and homeliness. I adored my room, even if it was a tip. Perhaps it is a representation of myself, I’m a jester of the urban underworld after all. Hardly a high class denizen. Or so the choir of society would have you believe.

The second being a figure of a person i had met in my drunken daze the night before. Unsurprisingly i could not remember anything about this figure. I could not remember if it had been male or female, a stranger or someone familiar, Friend or foe. Least of all could I remember what this individual was doing with us, in our drunken revelry. I would have to convene with my friends later on…



Greetings inmates!

Something a little different for you today. So i got a comment the other day from a fellow blogger, namely the very talented Airlia. She said she was nominating me for something called the Liebster award. Now, I’d never heard of this so i had to Google it at first. Turns out it’s not an official award but instead something akin to the old chain letter craze back from when i was young, however it is quite a bit more mature. Also nowhere near as irritating! The idea behind it is to promote each others blogs and help out the blogging community, basically. A fine goal indeed!

So basically you follow some predetermined rules. I’ll post the actual rules below. I have to answer some questions that Airlia put to me, then nominate a further 10 bloggers who have less than 200 followers. It’s a shame it’s only 10 really, there are a lot of bloggers who I’d love to promote.

So firstly, I’d like to thank Airlia warmly for her nomination. It means a lot. If you’d like to check out her blog, you can find it right here. I’d recommend it!

So next up, the rules of the Award are as follows:

1. Each nominee must link back the person who nominated them.
2. Answer the 10 questions which are given to you by the nominator.
3. Nominate 10 other bloggers for this award who have less than 200 followers.
4. Create 10 questions for your nominees to answer.
5. Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them.

Right, now for the questions. Hold tight!

What’s the story behind the name of your blog?
Well, as may be clear already my “name” is the Oldschool Harlequin. I’ve always shortened that as Harley in the past. I consider this blog a place (a world if you will) to spill my inner workings, however crazed or dark. So yes, thus WorldofHarley.
If there was one mythical or fictional creature you’d get to keep as a pet, what would it be?
I’d have to keep a little goblin as a pet. I’d call it Wallace and I would teach it to do basic housework and to greet quests. Mostly so i don’t have to. Oh, he would also wear a top hat. Just saying.
Tell us your quote of the day?
“On a scale of 1 to invade Russia in the winter, how bad is your idea?”
What’s your biggest dream?
I’m a humble man, my biggest dream is simply to have a simple, calm life. You know, just enough money, my own place, wife. I don’t think “big” so to speak. I wouldn’t complain if i did somehow get rich or famous or whatever, but it’s not really a dream of mine. I tend to avoid dreams of wealth and grandeur.
What’s your biggest fear?
Losing all of the people in the world I care about. My family, Lee, my ‘Bruddas’ and my closest friends.
Who is your favorite person in the world?
I wouldn’t feel ashamed to say that would be my girlfriend Lee. She sure as hell gets me. Corny perhaps, but it’s true.
If you get the chance to be a part of a different culture, which one it would be?
Like another nationality? I wouldn’t mind being part of Japanese culture. It’s so different to European cultures, it would be really interesting to see these differences in action. You always hear about how strange the Japanese can be, so I’d wanna see it all in person. The Japanese have awesome television and video games too! Not sure what I’d think of the food though.
If you were given the chance to travel the world, but not see or contact any family or friends during the trip. Would you go?
I would have to say yes. It’s not like you’d never see your family and friends again. I would love to see the world and what better way to experience than at your own pace? America, Caribbean, Europe, Australia, Asia, here I come!
You have a magical ability or a super power, what is it and why?
I would choose the ability to teleport anywhere I wanted. That would save me soooooo very much on travel expenses!
You are writing your life story, what’s the first line?
“As i stand here on the precipice of the end of my world, allow me to tell you my story…”


Right, so now I have to nominate 10 other bloggers to receive the Liebster award. A Well Read Woman A Final Fantasy Blog Press Start: Get a life Pixel Hearts NekoJonez’s gaming blog My Only Reality Fighting Fantasy Project Eric The Quilter Elisa C Poetry Deep Thoughts && Rhyming Words


Now, for my questions to you nominees. Mwahahahaha! OK, they won’t be that bad.

1. Are you afraid of clowns? Why/why not?

2. If you could learn any language you don’t currently know, what would it be and why?

3. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

4. Where do you see yourself in 20 years?

5. If given the opportunity, would you visit space?

6. Who/What inspires you?

7. Would you rather be rich or famous? Why?

8. Hot weather or cold weather? Why?

9. What is your favourite genre of music and why?

10. Tell us your quote of the day?


Well, there we have it. That’s been a lengthy post. Again, thank you for the nomination Airlia ( in case you guys forgot). Thank you for reading everyone and congratulations to the nominees.

Have a crazy day!

Greetings inmates.

Only a short one this time I’m afraid, but rest assured I am working on a couple things. This post is sort of referring back to one of my previous posts called “The Oldschool Harlequin“. It was a piece about the supernatural being called the Oldschool Harlequin, as the name suggests. In that post I mentioned the Harlequins servants. The knife, the cane, the doll and the crystal ball. Tournefoux, Domnall, Pandora and Jack Frost. These supernatural beings are powerful in their own right, each with its own abilities and nuances. Tournefoux, for example, is obsessed with blood and relishes the spilling of it, but only if he finds the act amusing. Otherwise he regrets it utterly.

In this post, i simply wanted to show you a picture. The picture depicts the Oldschool Harlequin and three of his servants: Tournefoux, Domnall and Jack Frost. At the time i drew this, i hadn’t yet come up with Pandora’s design so she is missing for now. Now, as i have said before I’m not an artist. My drawing abilities are lackluster to say the least, but i feel some kind of visual depiction is helpful in bringing the reader/witness into my world.

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There you have it! You will see the Oldschool Harlequin himself in the centre, with Jack Frost on the left, Domnall on the right and Tournefoux at the top. Both Tournefoux and Jack Frost resemble jesters in a fashion. Tournefoux is puppet-like with a wooden mien, here he is with his trademark knife. Jack Frost with a fairly typical icy appearance. Domnall is diminutive, with a knight-like appearance. One of his arms is like a medieval lance. These are very basic descriptions of the servants for now, I will be writing a piece about each being in the future. You may also notice the bleeding hand of the Harlequin, I will tell you now that this was not caused by any other being. The Harlequin’s hand bleeds at will, but why and how?

There you go then. I wanted to post something today, but didn’t really have an actual piece of writing ready to post yet. I’ve been wanting to post this picture for a little while now anyway, so I thought now was as good a time as any. I hope you like it despite my lack of drawing ability.

Until next time, have a crazy day!

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3Ib of the so-called Human condition.
41/2oz of misplaced optimism.
1oz of doomed high spirits.
2 pints of perpetual envy.
2oz of ill-fated and untoward romance.
7oz of laughable piety, at room temperature.
5oz of spurious charity.
1 pint of ruthless greed.
1Ib of the desire to destroy, at room temperature.
1oz of constant melancholy.
31/2 pints of spilled blood.

Leave for approximately nine months.
And there you have it, a recipe for disaster.

Angels are no better than us,
And Devils no worse.
With our sermons and invocations we manufactured them.
We brought them into being.

We are both order and chaos incarnate.
We are Yin and Yang.
Light and Dark.
Hell and Heaven.
Good and Evil.
We made them.

We are them.


I just want to take a minute to wish my most lovely girlfriend Lee a very happy birthday! You are an inspiration to me.

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I loooooooove you! (Even if you are a numpty!)

G’day inmates!

It is time for part three of the Harlequins writing music thingamajig (That’s a technical term you know…). It’s getting to the point now where it almost seems like this is a favourite song list, but i assure you it is not. While I do love all of these songs, I have not included my favourite songs simply because they are not part of my writing music. There is a difference, believe it or not.

Join me once again as we delve into the minds of marvelous artists the world over.

Ghost – Ritual

Arkasia – Pandemonium

The Tiger Lillies – Thousand Violins

Abney Park – All The Myths Are True

Spellblast – Goblins’ Song

And there we are! Another edition of the Harlequins writing music for your viewing and listening pleasure! Once again, quite a bit of variety eh? Variety is the spice of the mind, as well as life i suppose.

Check back soon for part 4!

At first there was Love,
But then Man found his enemy,
And Madness struck Love down,
And from that, came Rage burning.

Rage and Man made a pact and became one,
To war upon Madness,
And way they did,
But Man and Madness saw their similarities,
And unmasked their true enemy,

If one is truly insane,
Does one feel nothing at all,
Or everything all at once?
You feel concoctions, rather than emotions.
Chemical reactions.

A vial full of joy,
A belly full of laughter,
A dash of envy,
A splash of rage,
A sprinkling of guilt,
Seasoned with a touch of fear,
And topped off with some loneliness.

Who knows what the reaction could be.
Who knows what the catalyst is.
A broken heart,
A betrayal,
A longing,
An enemy.
To be insane is to be both a loose cannon and a straight arrow.

If one is truly insane,
Isn’t one the most human of us all?
Or is one the least feeling of us all?
Could the most insane also be the most sane?
What is sanity?
What is normality?
What is insanity?



What will we do with a lively sailor?
What will we do with a lively sailor?
What will we do with a lively sailor?
Early in the morning

Weigh heigh and up she rises
Weigh heigh and up she rises
Weigh heigh and up she rises
Early in the morning

Beat his legs in with a ruthless cosh
Beat his legs in with a ruthless cosh
Beat his legs in with a ruthless cosh
Early in the morning

Tie him to the gunwale and crack his jaw
Tie him to the gunwale and crack his jaw
Tie him to the gunwale and crack his jaw
Early in the morning

Weigh heigh and up she rises
Weigh heigh and up she rises
Weigh heigh and up she rises
Early in the morning

Butcher his love and kin before him
Butcher his love and kin before him
Butcher his love and kin before him
Early in the morning

Strip his buttons and torch his cap
Strip his buttons and torch his cap
Strip his buttons and torch his cap
Early in the morning

Weigh heigh and up she rises
Weigh heigh and up she rises
Weigh heigh and up she rises
Early in the morning

What will we do with a broken sailor?
What will we do with a broken sailor?
What will we do with a broken sailor?
Early in the morning