Fiction
Némésis – Part 9
Ash Shaddadi, the Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 Ellis raised his carbine to kill the man who had dropped the grenade. It was a futile gesture because in the confined space of the [more…]
Literature
Literature
Larry’s Diary Week One
Tuesday Now that that nasty old woman has decided to go I’ve made up my mind to start recording my thoughts on living in Downing Street with the new residents. You might have noticed that I [more…]
Arts
Meet Markos Vamvakaris (“Mark Cotton”) – Patriarch of Rebetiko
Some things are not quite what they seem: hardly an earth-shattering perception, but you have to start somewhere. I imagine that a fair number of GPers have spent a holiday in Greece. I dare say [more…]
Book Review
Book Review: The Unseen Path by JD de Pavilly
They say that Freddie Forsyth is happy to review any new written work. The caveat being that, if after half an hour he is bored or confused, the soft bits (that’s your or my great [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Twenty-Seven
Private Investigator Joe Malone has discovered a body, crushed in the basement of his office building. The body is identifiable as missing Lord, Politician. Campaigner, remainer and husband, Marmon-Herrington Bixby. As Malone pondered what to [more…]
Fiction
Némésis – Part 8
Ash Shaddadi, the Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 Darkness was falling and they could smell the petro-chemicals from the oilfields out to the west. The winds had shifted round from the north and [more…]
Biography
Temporary Jobs
I was saddened to learn that Richard Williams has died. He was the Richard Williams of Cartoons. Proper real cartoons with animators drawing the sequences on celluloid just like the Disney bods did back in [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Twenty-Six
Private Investigator Joe Malone is down in the basement of his office building. Checking on a strange noise. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw an even bigger safety code violation. A waste [more…]
Fiction
Winnie the Pooh Goes to Sea
Wol, while out on one of his evening wing-stretches, was somewhat startled to see Pooh apparently afflicted with St Vitus’ Dance, reeling around the meadow adjacent to the Wood, singing sea shanties. He also seemed [more…]