A Winter’s Tale
We moved, the wife and I, into this house eleven years ago. It is a prosaic little domicile, having been built in 1990, and it is situated equidistant between the railway station, the hospital and [more…]
We moved, the wife and I, into this house eleven years ago. It is a prosaic little domicile, having been built in 1990, and it is situated equidistant between the railway station, the hospital and [more…]
Two Rascals I looked down on a thunderstorm. The distant lights of late evening Manhattan were being complimented. Clouds beneath me luminesced with staccato lightning flashes above a rain-lashed Long Island. 1988 had ended badly. [more…]
Watching formal schooling, community spirit and childhood and family life in general being relentlessly trashed in recent years has made me think more and more about my growing-up years in a small Leicestershire village between [more…]
“An app for everything these days, Mrs Wong and Mr Worth.” We’re on the IT floor of the school for savants opposite my rented home on Dumfries Street, Kovan, Singapore. My absent landlord, Mr Stein, [more…]
Rose our maid woke me as the sun approached the yardarm and presented me with Mr Lee’s access all areas card. I walked across Dumfries Street towards the school for savants which was a one [more…]
As soon as Mr Hong Gildong allowed the doors to be opened, two hours after auctioneer Mr Tan had departed, there was a stampede along the dark and expensively carpeted secret underground passage that connected [more…]
We’re in the underground gaming room of the Lucky Saddle Craft Company, sat around the Kranji table. We being the unlikely finalists of an unlikely competition, raised from Singapore’s high and not so high society, [more…]
“Point of order,” I called optimistically while raising my hand. “Mr Worth,” snapped Jeremy Tan, “you can’t have a point of order in an auction.” “We’re not in an auction,” I pointed out, “nobody’s made [more…]
Mr Hong Gildong opened the double doors of the Lucky Saddle Craft Company’s underground Salon Prive gaming room to reveal a diminutive figure wrapped in a sodden pac-a-mac. A hood was pulled over the face [more…]
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