Bombs and Betrayal, Chapter Twelve
Simon Pegson was dressed in grey prison clothing, he was around fifty, had once been fit, possibly a rugby player, but a lot of the muscle had now turned to fat. Jane stood away from [more…]
Simon Pegson was dressed in grey prison clothing, he was around fifty, had once been fit, possibly a rugby player, but a lot of the muscle had now turned to fat. Jane stood away from [more…]
Welcome back my friends, to the flamboyance that never ends, as Fabulously Flamboyant Friday delivers yet another light-loafered, groin-polished, googly from the gasworks-end pavilion of musical magnificence. Tonight, dear reader, as we respectfully mark International [more…]
Ernesto sang a beautiful haunting rhumba from his native Brazil, and then Chocote took the guitar to accompany Memé’s singing. Chocote’s big labourer’s fingers were transformed as they danced nimbly around the chords, his other [more…]
The MSM news tells us that the huge summer wildfire near Bordeaux is clear evidence of an unpreventable “climate catastrophe”. History proves otherwise. The Landes forest near Bordeaux is entirely artificial. It is Europe’s largest [more…]
By this point the pattern is visible. The remaining question is why it is allowed to continue. The answer is not that everyone inside the system is secretly coordinating. It is simpler than that. The [more…]
You may be surprised to learn that a working time machine has already been invented in County Durham. It exists because one man refused to let the region throw its own history into the skip. [more…]
A defining pillar of The Donald’s ‘Merica 1st agenda has been national energy security. Paired with the diplomatic momentum of the Abraham Accords, that strategy has reshaped regional alliances, strengthened U.S. partnerships and reinforced domestic economic stability. Well, [more…]
Monday Good morning, my happy readers. It is a momentous day in the Street today. It’s the last day of Legohead’s premiership and the first day of Mascara Man, my seventh PM and probably not [more…]
Dave hailed a taxi when they were in Whitehall, “Flemings Hotel please.” They were greeted as they arrived, in the lounge they ordered afternoon tea. They said nothing until it had been served, Dave asked [more…]
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