Myself and Rose are before a terminal in the underground comms room of a deserted British High Commission. The other girls, Nicole and Lotus Flower, are escaping the tropical storm outside by maxing out Mr [more…]
I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships Lying in the yellow haze of the sun There were children crying and colours flying All around the chosen ones All in a dream, all in a dream [more…]
‘Pull those ropes tighter, damn your eyes,’ raved Boggart, stalking feverishly up and down in front of the contenders, ‘I want this net to be as taut as a camel’s arse in a sandstorm.’ A [more…]
Mum, Dad, Big Brother and I were off to stay with my aunt and uncle in a small Yorkshire village for Christmas. I had passed my driving test about a year earlier and was to [more…]
“[Johnson had] the utter inability to comprehend the questions of morality or ethics raised by his actions, an utter inability to feel that there was even a possibility that he had violated accepted standards of [more…]
I was able to reach a conclusion on the most suitable hull material and shape for my yacht based mainly on what may be called desk research – reading books and magazines. To some extent [more…]
Chapter 38 – Epilogue One I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. William Shakespeare The RSM who had told Edge: “I have a feeling that [more…]
Monday Morning cat lovers. Bit grey, misty and grotty again, but at least it’s dry! Big news to report this morning. My favourite cat treats lady was working yesterday and I went to say hello [more…]
The four of us are standing outside a storm-lashed and deserted British High Commission on Napier Road, Tanglin. It is just shy of 1am. Singapore’s Diplomatic Corps are weather trapped at the High Commissioner’s social, [more…]
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