Monday Hello everyone, what a horrible morning for the shortest day of the year. Well, not really the shortest as they all have 24 hours, but the shortest daylight hours. Miserable and wet but not [more…]
We’re in an underground comms room in Singapore, suffering a bit of low key blackmail as an old contact, Tammy, on the New York side of a cell-phone loudspeaker, wants to know something, before she’ll [more…]
About a week before Halloween, we popped into Tesco to pick up some of the stuff we might need for the week ahead but also a few Halloween goodies, including sweets for trick or treaters [more…]
Detective Inspector Charles Hope detested mortuaries. Some pathologists were matter-of-fact in their dealings with the dead and part of him understood. They had a job to do and most of them carried out their gruesome [more…]
Chapter 40 – Epilogue Three, Edge’s Swansong He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. William Shakespeare The virus came and the Deep State was [more…]
Monday Another week and it was a little warmer when I popped into the garden before breakfast. While Bozzie was eating his Breakfast he got a phone call from Handoncock. I could only hear half [more…]
“Type Tammy-May Trevallion into social media,” I instructed Rose who was in charge of the keyboard at our computer terminal in the underground communications room at the British High Commission, at the better end of [more…]
Let’s face it, Puffins. For those of you either still tied to the TV license or have a predilection towards masochism, the broadcasters are going to throw a bucket of cheesy as arse Christmas movies [more…]
There was a band playing in my head And I felt like getting high I was thinking about what a friend had said I was hoping it was a lie 2021 started as many had [more…]
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