Fiction
Racial Memory, Part Two
Having not used public transport for some time, I had anticipated a lively social experience, sharing my journey with a group of strangers embarking on a new day, a new week. I was to be [more…]
Literature
Diary
WG’s Christmas Cruise 2025 – Part One
The Prologue I really enjoyed last year’s trip to the Caribbean but, there is always a but, I had to settle for a standard seat on the TUI Boeing 787. Despite the huge cost of [more…]
Literature
An Old Man’s Musings Part Forty-Nine
Thank you AWS for the article featuring Guyana (British Guiana as was). Funny how things come around. Some of my fondest memories are of Guyana. 3 Para were sent there in August 1964 to boost [more…]
Fiction
On Dangerous Ground, Chapter Two
Dave arrived at Flemings Hotel in Mayfair shortly after 08:30, leaving everything he had brought with the porters who would take it up to the meeting room, he went in for breakfast. He had left [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Nine – Chapter Twelve
On the way home to Worthing with Paolo driving the Lexus, Jinnie had time to think about her promise to be interviewed and concluded that the SIS would probably prefer her to restrict interviews to [more…]
Fiction
Racial Memory
Have you ever wondered what might have happened if when you left your house you had turned left instead of right, taken a different route to work, taken the bus or the train instead of [more…]
Book Review
Book Review: Minifigure Monarchs: A History of Great Brits in little bricks
Written by Andrew Redfern, and launched as a Kickstarter project in July 2025, Minifigure Monarchs was successfully funded within 24 hours. At 336 pages this hardback was a definite addition to my Christmas list! It’s [more…]
Literature
Words Part Eight
These are two poems which are quintessentially English, I cannot read the first without a tear in my eye. The England that I hope is still capable of saving. Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard [more…]
Fiction
On Dangerous Ground, Chapter One
Sally nudged Dave, “your phone’s ringing, it’s only 06:00,” he moaned and turned over, she dug him in the ribs and repeated herself, this time louder and firmer. David Stretton opened his eyes and looked [more…]