Mystery

The Swaling, Part Four

16th May 2020 Always Worth Saying 0

“To cut a long story short, Squadron Leader, we’re missing a chap. Looked him up in the London Gazette, to no avail. I could ask at the office, I’m at the Singapore Consultancy you know. [more…]

Is there an irrational fear of the southern hemisphere? Austrophobia? If so, may I suggest that those who suffer from it (Equatrophobics?) might try Singapore? One degree of latitude north, 70 miles from the equator, [more…]

The Swaling, Part Two

2nd May 2020 Always Worth Saying 0

Miss Ng was a council house kid of sorts. Her family rented from Mr Lee’s Housing and Development Board. A truly Utopian organisation, it leased affordable property in projects that contained any and all of [more…]

The Swaling, Part One

25th April 2020 Always Worth Saying 0

I began to obsess about Mr Reginald Stein on the evening that a party guest, a Mr Hong Gildong, tried to read Mr Stein’s Turkish rug. My wife thought him ill. Our student maid, Rose, [more…]

The Rendezvous

29th December 2019 Blown Periphery 0

It had been dicey over the Big City. The flak had been murderous on the run-in and the radar predicted, master searchlights seemed to have had an unnerving accuracy that night. You could tell the [more…]

Némésis – Part 7

18th August 2019 Blown Periphery 0

Ash Shaddadi, the Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 When Major Halward woke up the following morning there was frost on his sleeping bag. It was still dark while he pulled on his boots, [more…]

Némésis – Part 6

11th August 2019 Blown Periphery 0

Ash Shaddadi, the Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 They crossed the Kahbur River about five kilometres south of Ash Shaddadi at 08:45 the next morning. Ripley had picked up on the mood of [more…]

Némésis Part 5

4th August 2019 Blown Periphery 0

Northern Iraq and the Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 Ripley lay in the tarpaulin hammock, underneath an overhead poncho they had used to keep the sun out of her eyes. They were sensitive [more…]

A hell of a commute

18th July 2019 Going Postal 0

This is a tale of what was once my daily commute for a few months during the 70s. Admittedly, not one of the Mogadishu Express to Kings Cross or the hell of the M25 car [more…]