Fiction
Pale Hands 2
5. I was up pretty early, used the outdoor privy and the scullery sink so as not to disturb the sleeper, went off to Church, collected the paper on the way back, spoke as jauntily [more…]
Literature
Fiction
Samyaza Chapter 2 – April 2006
She breakfasted alone, although she could hear the sound of someone with a vacuum cleaner in another room. There had been no sight of Jean-Claude and she decided that she was a little disappointed. It [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week One Hundred and Forty
Monday Good morning people, I am delighted the weather is much improved this morning. It’s sunny and warmer, what I call window sill weather. Bozzie has been busy this weekend, taking a trip to Ukraine. [more…]
Fiction
Jinnie’s Story – Book Three – Chapter Sixteen
Jinnie was anxious to settle Willie into British life so while he unpacked and put away his new clothes in his new bedroom she wondered if a typically British dinner would go down well. She [more…]
20th Century
The Woman Reporter, Part One
Another chapter from “Special Assignment” by my uncle John Alldridge (published in 1960 and now long out of print) No Half-Way For Ladies When I got my first job on a newspaper twenty-five years ago [more…]
Arts
A Life in Three Honks, Honk the Second
At the end of part 1 we left our intrepid teenager entering the portals of the famous Foyles Bookshop in the Charing Cross Road, London. Founded in 1903 initially selling secondhand books from a small [more…]
Arts
A Postcard Frae Glesgae
Over the last few weeks I’ve had occasion to visit Glasgow on two occasions, one for an overnight stay and the second time primarily to visit Kelvingrove Museum and Gallery. The happy circumstance of my [more…]
Arts
Lee Brilleaux: rock n roll gentleman, by Zoë Howe
The time is the mid 1970s. The place is Canvey Island. The band is the dynamic “proto-punk” outfit known as Dr Feelgood. (I put inverted commas round proto-punk because, although that is what some music [more…]
Fiction
Pale Hands
1. As it was already turning to dusk, I was not expecting anyone to be at the door, but least of all was I expecting whom I saw there – so much so that the [more…]