Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Fifty Two
Monday Good morning everyone and welcome to a year of my diary. I must admit I didn’t expect it to last this long. I thought you, happy readers, would have got fed up with it [more…]
Literature
Arts
The Swaling, Part Fourteen
Rather than being in a nun’s hostel, or a train compartment (with the Spanish army sleeping in the luggage racks), we’re on a balcony at the Royal Maroc hotel in Tangiers, thanks to Tammy and [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Seventy
Ch 70 – Taking back control. Sandra Batkawayo was waiting for me outside the door. “The studio is this way, Mister Malone.” He began striding off down the deep piled corridor. He was a big [more…]
19th Century
I never meant to write a novel
Today A Bear’s Diary is published as a hardback. It has been available as an ebook for a couple of months. It’s a shortish novel at 65,000 words, decorated with old engravings which give it [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes Chapter 18 – The Long Shot
War Crimes Chapter 18 Just before midnight on a late October evening in 2005, a Puma helicopter took off from Basra Air Station and headed north. The aircraft showed no lights, a contrast to the [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Fifty One
Monday Oh lovely another sunny morning. A delightful stroll around the No. 10 garden pre-breakfast before it gets too warm. I am convinced something has been in the garden overnight, there are some different scents. [more…]
Arts
The Swaling, Part Thirteen
Sitting on the dockside at Algeciras, myself and Tammy dangle our dirty feet over the Eastern Mediterranean, next to a giant but idle Transmediterranea roll-on roll-off ferry. The ship’s company are enjoying their late afternoon [more…]
Biography
Off to prison under Military aid to the Civil Authorities (MACA)
Let me start at the beginning of my knowledge. I spent my 21st Birthday in Prison. A simple statement. Mind you, as I had spent my 19th Birthday at the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, my [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Sixty-Nine
“Vanessa too, Bixby. She will go to prison as well.” He looked back to where she was still seated. She was watching us both. Puzzled by why we had seemed to argue over nothing at [more…]