Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Twenty Seven
Monday Another week to document and it’s a big one. We leave the EU on Friday evening at 11pm. Bozzie and Dom are still planning and don’t want to appear triumphant, even if they are. [more…]
Literature
Arts
Postcard from Lille Part 52
If you still need proof of the existence of God through nature then take the bus, jeepney and pedicar as far as you can. When the way gets too steep for the pedicar cyclist, alight [more…]
Arts
Always Worth Saying’s Question Time Review
Question Time 20th February 2020 Panel: George Eustice (Conservative) Alison McGovern (Labour) Howard Davies (Economist) Ash Sarkar (Journalist) Michael Portillo (Broadcaster) Venue: Weymouth If you think that your humble reviewer was bitter and twisted about [more…]
Book Review
Book review – The Unseen Path by J.D. de Pavilly
Normally in book reviews, the reviewer will attempt to outline the plot and genre of the work without giving too much of the game away. To do so in this instance, would be no easy [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Nine
“Just one thing?” I asked of Sir Alan. “How does this scenario end up with Lord Bixby murdered in my office building?” “There was some news. We had advanced warning that something was going to [more…]
Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book Two, Ch. One
BOOK TWO, THE DOINGS OF A MADMAN Thin, ragged children skip and tumble, chanting: “Ring a ring a mortgages A pocketful a credit cards Re-Cession, De-Pression We all fall down.” Others, having shared a nest [more…]
Fiction
Némésis – Book 3 Part 6
Ad Dumayr Syria 18th February 2018 Ripley woke early and cuddled into the still sleeping James. There really wasn’t much room for two of them in the sleeping bag, but she was glad of the [more…]
Arts
Larry’s Diary Week Twenty Six
Monday A good Monday morning to you all. A lovely bright morning in London, but cold. I nipped out into to the garden before breakfast, you know I hate using the litter tray, and my [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Lille, Part 51
I’m in my room, above my ‘Anglo Philippine’ office, in the Durian building in Davao City, in the wild south of the Philippine Islands. It is siesta time and I’ve been interrupted again, despite barricading [more…]