We’re in the underground comms room of a deserted nighttime British High Commission in Singapore. Outside, a swaling wind, a tropical storm mixed with the burnings of Indonesian crops, is battering the city state’s good [more…]
“Whose side are you on?” I snarled to Lotus Flower in a private message. “Mine,” she replied promptly. “You retire in disgrace in a few weeks, I have to think about the rest of my [more…]
It’s hard to make a pro-corruption argument. This might seem like a banal point to make, but it goes a long way to explaining its role as a rhetorical tool to delegitimise incumbent elites. Any [more…]
In real life, we’re sat in a row in the comms room, logged on to our computers. On the screens our avatars are in the virtual 3D interactive world of EYE, an intelligence archive retrieval [more…]
We’re in an underground comms room in Singapore, suffering a bit of low key blackmail as an old contact, Tammy, on the New York side of a cell-phone loudspeaker, wants to know something, before she’ll [more…]
About a week before Halloween, we popped into Tesco to pick up some of the stuff we might need for the week ahead but also a few Halloween goodies, including sweets for trick or treaters [more…]
Thanks to all of you who wrote the songs. Merry Christmas puffins. Have a great Christmas! © EJ 2020 Ed. If you receive an age restricted message I have found that Firefox doesn’t seem to [more…]
“Type Tammy-May Trevallion into social media,” I instructed Rose who was in charge of the keyboard at our computer terminal in the underground communications room at the British High Commission, at the better end of [more…]
Let’s face it, Puffins. For those of you either still tied to the TV license or have a predilection towards masochism, the broadcasters are going to throw a bucket of cheesy as arse Christmas movies [more…]
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