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.
By the time Sam got back, filthy, wet, tired and beaming from the day’s exertions, the fragile atmosphere that had pervaded the house had relaxed at least a couple of notches. Sally explained to him [more…]
It was during an English lesson during the late 1970s – English lessons were never about spelling, grammar, creative writing, etymology, poetry or literature, always, always politics – when a short term supply teacher told [more…]
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