Preface This article was first published in print nearly ten years ago now, (and under a different name) towards the end of 2008. At the time, Iraq and Afghanistan had clearly become quagmires and there [more…]
I love to eavesdrop, I’ve mentioned this in previous posts and it’s not a creepy thing, it’s just that when people are ‘off duty’, when they are talking to friends without the filter of society’s [more…]
A shorter update this time, primarily due to other activites taking precedence – not weather related over the past weeks, but the Easter holidays threw routines out of the window. The eldest came home and [more…]
Penarth is literally just around the corner from Cardiff. Home to a famous pier and much else besides. The town itself has a pleasant promenade to walk along, and numerous eateries along the sea front. [more…]
ACT 3 SCENE 2 A wooded Hill above Tritium, overlooking the Valley of the River Drongo. Enter TILDA, VULPECULA and JESSICA.
She picks up straightaway; she guesses who it is, although it’s very rare for him to call her at work. Thanks for calling back; he was going to call her anyway. How is she, has [more…]
Ten o’clock, now we’re getting somewhere. Names at first, some numbers to match, some names obviously noms-de-guerre, whatever those classifications meant if anything, allusions to imports, depots, a few account details. Hazard an educated guess: [more…]
With sincere apologies, I don’t feel very flippant this week, the continuation of carnage in our capital city, combined with the narcissism of the spiritless, spineless, succubus that claims to serve us has cast a [more…]
ACT 3 SCENE 1 The Town of Tritium, in the North of Uraemia, on Market Day. TRADERS are at their Stalls.
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