Whilst recently hill-walking in the Brecon Beacons I came to the following Trig Point and decided it was an ideal place for a quick rest-stop. On closer inspection I discovered a number of memorial plaques [more…]
Piers Ponsondby was startled from his daydreaming by the sharp rapping on his office door. Shuffling papers across his desk to give the impression of industry, he closed his web browser, puffed out his pigeon [more…]
Day 4 Horace Cutler was as irritable as a hungry grizzly bear with haemorrhoids the following morning and he was in no mood for any self-pity from Edge. “Did you have breakfast this morning, son, [more…]
ACT 4 SCENE 4 Outside the temple at Thurralibad. The Street is deserted. Enter TILDA, FELIX, ETTY, VULPECULA, JESSICA, KEVIN, Uraemian SOLDIERS and PIRATES.
Jesus has persuaded God the Father to give him a second chance to redeem Mankind and to postpone for now his official Second Coming. This one will resemble His first visit, incognito, not the official [more…]
Day Three It was a blustery day and driving rain rattled the windows of the Sennelager Courts Martial Centre. The weather seemed to match Edge’s mood perfectly, anxiety twisting like a nest of vipers in [more…]
ACT 4 SCENE 3 Aboard the Pirate Ship. Night. Enter TILDA and ETTY in Sailors’ Garb, FELIX, VISCUS, KEVIN and PATRICK, with PIRATES. They speak in hushed Voices.
Later that morning ‘old’ Ted left what was becoming part of his daily routine, another COBRA meeting. They were starting to get properly scared now, especially when he told them that the arson attacks were [more…]
When I left the Royal Fleet Auxiliary in 2015 I joined a shipping company operating out of Barrow-in-Furness. It was a very small outfit which specialised in carrying nuclear cargo between Europe, the US and [more…]
It was bad, not inevitably terminal, but beyond her ability to fix properly. No trace of heart damage, but the bullets, as these modern horrible ones seem designed to do, had fragmented on hitting the [more…]
ACT 4 SCENE 2 Aboard the Pirate Ship. Enter TILDA, ETTY and KEVIN.
A few feet above them in a subsidiary attic specifically set aside for hideaways like him, Suleiman al-Libani heard the accented English-speaking voices. One sounded Antipodean, another unrecognisable. He had made it out of London [more…]