Fiction
On the Edge, Stepping Out Into the Cold
War Crimes Part 10 On an evening in October 1998, a C130 Hercules of RAF No 47 Squadron, Special Forces Flight, took off from RAF Leuchars, north of St Andrews in Fife. To the residents [more…]
Literature
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Forty Two
Monday Good morning merry readers, Wilf is still waking me up early and yesterday I decided I might as well to go on my morning patrol before breakfast as I couldn’t get back to sleep. [more…]
Arts
The Swaling, Part Six
Honkers, a bit too close to the Chinese Communist Party, the Philippines not quite ripe enough (long story), Macao (see Hong Kong), Taiwan too controversial, Guam too far away, South Korea too American, North Korea [more…]
Cooking
Winnie the Pooh and the Virus of Doom, Part 2
“I couldn’t help noticing,” said Piglet to Pooh, “When idly perusing the contents of your larder that it seems to be entirely full of cauliflowers. I didn’t have you down as a vegan, but I [more…]
Arts
Always Worth Saying’s Question Time Review
Question Time 28th May 2020 Panel: Helen Whately (Conservative) Ian Murray (Labour) John Swinney (Scottish National Party) Layla McCay (NHS Confederation) Alex Massie (Journalist) Venue: Scotland Proprietor of the Coniston & Windemere Surgical Appliance & [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Forty One
Monday Another Lockdown Monday; We have a new resident at No11, baby Wilfred looks like he and Bozzie went to the same “perruquier”. He doesn’t do much but sleep, eat, poo and cry. I’m playing [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Sixty-Three
Ch 63 – You Have Been Watching.. Vanessa drove up along the new road of Ealing Common. The dawn was up now and New BBC, Ealing was clearly visible. It was a low structure. Just [more…]
Fiction
Edge, Figures on a Landscape
War Crimes Part 9 Don’t—don’t—don’t—don’t—look at what’s in front of you. (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again); Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin’ ’em, An’ there’s no discharge in the war ! Much meaningful business within the [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Forty
Monday Yo! Bozzie’s home; He got back early yesterday evening and marched in like his old self, it may be my imagination, but his voice sounds a bit huskier. The bloody Mutt went potty, rushing [more…]