In 1826 a Stockton chemist scraped a dirty stirring stick across a rough hearth and invented the friction match. He sold fire by the tin for a shilling, refused to patent the idea and told [more…]
In this work of fiction I have used the term The Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL) rather than the more familiar Islamic State of Iraq and Syria (ISIS). The term Daesh (al-Dawlah [more…]
Monday Good morning, my happy readers. It’s the start of another week of madness in Westminster and lots of tales from your ageing cat reporter. It was a little chilly overnight. I woke up in [more…]
The printer had stopped, he took off the sheets and sat down. “Jane,” he looked across at her, she was still on the phone, he waited until she had finished. “He will be here within [more…]
Welcome back my friends, to the flamboyance that never ends. To a time When Mellotrons rattled and hummed, Moogs bleeped and squeaked, and bloated concept albums ruled the record racks, if not quite the airways. [more…]
I was forced through conversation today to contrast my experience of the U.K. from 48 years ago with the present day, as we spoke the differences were crystallised confirming the abyss into which the U.K. [more…]
Last time I left you we were crossing the de Soto bridge from Memphis into the badlands of Arkansas. Even though I didn’t see the river again for another few hundred miles you’re in the [more…]
The tearoom on Chancery Lane was a haven of quiet opulence, its walls lined with damask and its tables adorned with crisp linen, where the soft clatter of teaspoons against bone china composed a subtle [more…]
This is the first article since the railway series went into the sidings, and we are now well overdue an article on the fairer sex. So, this week we bring to you a lady who [more…]
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