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…]
He was in the outskirts of Istanbul today, making sure that the logistics and recruitment pipeline, which began here and lanced through the bowels of Europe into those vital organs of the west; Britain, France, [more…]
I find myself increasingly confused as to the point of TV commercials nowadays or even what the actual product is. Back in the old days, we were shown a triangle of Dairylea and a child [more…]
ACT 2 SCENE 6 FELIX’s Encampment in the Hills above Delirium. Enter FELIX, VISCUS and Soldiers.
Andy Bowson’s heart wasn’t in it this evening so he decided to tidy up his desk and make ready to go to the place he now dreaded, his home, or was it now just the [more…]
With spring just around the corner, allegedly, this winter project should be coming to a close, but so far there is little sign of that. The return of the eldest son from Uni meant decamping [more…]
Chief Superintendent Dager had just finished briefing Bowson and two of his other subordinates on the outcome of the Home Secretary’s steering group when someone appeared at his cubicle door; Bowson saw his face fall [more…]
My Mum was born on 7th May 1945. My Nan (quite the socialite) used to complain that on the day of the biggest party ever she was stuck in a hospital with a new born [more…]
As some of you may have noticed, I am a long-time resident of the evil tax dodging empire otherwise known as the Isle of Man. Apart from the beer guzzling, rubber burning hedonistic frenzy of [more…]
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