The 'Wall has been hitting the e-press since the turn of the year (2008). 

Initially it was a forum and a Myspace, but such was the interest in the 

local music scene, it quickly set itself up as a website. Below is a wee hack 

type story, which ended up on the cutting room floor. I think it's good though :), 

and includes as many Falkirk bands and artists i could fit in, FOR NOW! 

MARLOW was ranting and raving as usual. Eight weeks our story; THIS   
 INHUMAN MASSACRE had been running and the Chief Editor was sweating   
 on a breakthrough.

 The Police officer running the investigation, LIEUTENANT STARDUST,   
 had no LEADS and our Papers constant cut-and-paste frontpage was   
 somehow BREACHING COPYRIGHT.
 Everyone wanted to know WHO SHOT MARVIN and the five other stiffs in  
  the morgue plus the two CITISINS who were in a CROMA, we were   
 clueless.

 It was time for this reporter to go undercover.
 I had a tip-off, which in LAMENS TERMS is a piece of info the Police  
  don’t know about from a source or suspect.
 BATEMAN was the name.
 ‘Disco Dave’ was a local fence, mainly stolen or ringing antique   
 motors plus the odd Hendrix signed guitar. Murder wasn’t in his   
 profile, but FAIGAN, one of the henchmen in the notorious McLERNON   
 crime family was capable of anything, and had been seen hanging   
 around with Disco Dave.
 One of Faigan’s victims, RAY SUMMERS; who just lived to tell the   
 tale told me Faigan once walked out from a bus stop in Stenhousemuir  
  and, he claims, “LE MANCHOT me!”
 I quickly drove up to FIVE PARK DRIVE in Denny, dumped the old   
 Morris Spitfire that Bateman had sold me just a few months earlier   
 and hid it behind those DAFT PSYCADELLIC IGLOO‘S they live in over   
 there.
 There was a HAZE ON A HILLTOP overlooking Park Drive so I made my   
 way up there to some HIGHER GROUND overlooking the Bateman Plaza.
 The place was awash with HOOKS-N-CROOKS, including ALANA, the   
 baby-faced heir of the McLernon dynasty. LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING   
 though, and I wondered if she had maybe made her DEBUT in some sort   
 of initiation test?, and could she be the main suspect?

 I decided to test my CIVIL LIBERTIES and ran down through the ULTRA   
 DEEP FIELD to the edge of the house, and climbed the DRAINPIPE   
 before jumping over THE FALKIRK WALL into the party James Bond   
 stylee and grabbing a glass of Bateman’s Pomagne. It was an acquired  
  taste for Bateman.
 Two bouncers and Bateman immediately approached me,
 “We want you to leave” they said one after the other.
 “What?”, I said pretending I never heard.
 “WE WANT YOU TO LEAVE”, they repeated again, one after the other.

 “I think I can hear an ECHOFELA or is it a parrot?”, I smiled.

 My body hit the side of the building cartoon style at 100mph, before  
  I fell dazed to the ground. I looked up to see a blurred IDIOTCUT-OUT of   
 my frame embedded in Bateman’s blue and buff stone cladding.
 It was funny, almost like a GENETIK BLUEPRINT but like visual art or  
  something!

 ROSS FAIRWEATHER came over and waved my tormentors away. He was the   
 calm before the storm, because when he speaks to you it normally   
 means BILLY SHEARS is about to have a word. Shears is hell on earth.
 Thankfully Billy never had his shears with him, but he did seem   
 quite amused when he threw me across the garden, with me ending up in the kids paddling pool which seemed  
 painless really, and hysterically funny for all the guests including  Alana.

 She helped me OUT OF THE SWIM, and I couldn’t help but notice her   
 KRIMSON dress.

 “It’s a VALENTINES party”, she stated.
 Wow!, well with me being EVER THE OPTOMIST, I just had to ask for a dance.
 “AKOLAYD”, she said
 “EPIC”, I replied.
 It was time to blow this case out of the water, so to speak.

 We took to the ROSEWOOD floor and slow danced for ages. It was an   
 ACID WONDERLAND EXPERIENCE. I’ve been in the DOLEDRUMS for so long I  
  forgot what it was like to have female company like the lovely Alana.
 I noticed Bateman and Faigan had disappeared so I made my excuses to  
  Alana and ran up the stairs and into the study.
 

 Faigan was dead.

 Bateman was gone, probably in a stolen mini.

 How could I have suspected the lovely Alana.

 Marlow was happy though, i had solved the case. 

The link to the site is below the blog, thanks

Scottie