Fiction
Those Who Play With Fire, Chapter Sixteen
Dave was up at 08.00, Sally watched him from the bed, “what are you doing?” “We are going out today, had you forgotten?” “No, I didn’t realise it was an early start, where are we [more…]
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Arts
Fabulously Flamboyant Fridays – Who? What? Meh… Needs More Cowbell – Part 3
Welcome back my friends to the flamboyance that never ends, as Fabulously Flamboyant Friday sashays up to the crease to deliver yet another light-loafered, lubed-up googly from the gasworks-end of musical magnificence. Please be welcome [more…]
Fiction
Jinnies Story – Book Seven, Chapter Nineteen
The morning flight from Barbados to Antigua touched down a few minutes early having benefited from a tailwind. The only luggage that Jinnie, Trevor, Belinda and Brian had was Belinda’s trusty attaché case containing her [more…]
Business
Ensh*tification of The Internet
I’ve just finished the first in a series of articles relating to the privacy and security of your electronic life. This has led me down some rabbit holes that are very worrying. Seriously scary. One [more…]
Fiction
A Glancing Blow
It was the Dean’s Verger who brought the note up to the organ-loft. The Cathedral bells had been clanging and humming through several hundred changes for at least half an hour, and were beginning to [more…]
Literature
An Old Man’s Musings Part Five
I have been mostly impressed with the Welsh NHS, dentistry provision less so. Got a doctor’s appointment within two days last week, none of this telephone queueing/go online bollox. I simply asked the receptionist to [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Fifty-Five
Monday Good morning from a wet and cold Downing Street where it’s a really horrible Monday morning and the window cleaner is busy washing the windows! An opinion poll out this morning shows that if [more…]
Fiction
Those Who Play With Fire, Chapter Fifteen
The afternoon was spent wandering round Oxford Street. Sally was in and out of the shops, she hadn’t bought anything until they arrived in Selfridges. “Find something you like and I’ll treat you.” She spent [more…]
Arts
Male Singers
My tastes in Music are pretty catholic but I cannot stand garage, punk, rap and the like. Born in 1940 my introduction to serious music was our Sunday afternoon treat, courtesy of the foster parents, [more…]