Fiction
The Flower Lady
Richard and Caroline had gone to Wales for their holidays. Caroline had made her disappointment clear at having to miss their annual visit to Greece, due to the pandemic, but Richard was secretly relieved: he [more…]
Literature
Fiction
War Crimes Chapter 22 – SERE
Chapter 22 – SERE The Nimrod MR4A had been replaced by a USAF Rivet Joint flying out of Incirlik in Turkey. The updated Boeing 707 was in a gentle holding pattern, 35,000 feet above Falluja. [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Fifty Five
Monday What’s going on, yet another hot day. I woke up in the middle of the night really hot and in need of a drink and some rotter hadn’t refilled my water bowl. I was [more…]
Arts
The Swaling, Part Seventeen
We’re at a beach near Tangiers, saved from the worst of the city’s sprawl and its hustlers by being some way around the coast. Tammy has just told me that she assumes our mission to [more…]
20th Century
Car Review: Renault Type AI Sport CT
It was after the third accident in the pony trap going down Pitsford Hill that my wife said to me, ‘We really ought to buy a motor car. After all, this is 1910 and we [more…]
Engineering
Review: Kärcher WD2 Wet and Dry Vacuum
I’m not someone who usually suffers from FOMO but having purchased a new wet & dry vacuum recently and seeing as it is de rigueur to post reviews of vacuum cleaners on GP I thought [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes Chapter 21 – The Loadmaster’s Story
Chapter 21 – The Loadmaster’s Story The aircraft movements woke him again, specifically a Nimrod MR4A blasting off at 10:00 hrs to commence its eighteen hour patrol, hoovering up electronic intelligence with its 90 antennae. [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Fifty Four
Monday Morning folks, breakfast with the gang this morning. While I had my Felix, Bozzie was allowed two boiled eggs, the Mutt was wolfing down some fancy dog, even Dom joined us for a cup [more…]
Arts
The Swaling, Part Sixteen
We’re in the western Mediterranean, on the North African side. Literally in it, myself and Tammy are embarked upon an afternoon swim having escaped from the ever-present pestering mob of Tangiers hustlers, to the empty [more…]