Something truly remarkable happened last Sunday and it featured in every newspaper and TV station in the land. Under the circumstances I thought I would devote this entire section of Septic Eye to this extraordinary [more…]
ACT 2 SCENE 3 A Road in Uraemia. Enter FELIX, VISCUS and SOLDIERS.
Hearing the banging and voices, smelling the cooking breakfast, Sally came down leading her son. The atmosphere of the house had changed in an instant, Martha’s tidy home had almost been overwhelmed by dirty, smelly, [more…]
“We need to get moving or we’ll lose the dark.” Art was twitchy, unlike him, the lure of home one yomp away was obviously unsettling him. The farm, their final staging ground before their run [more…]
I explained in the previous chapter how I arrived, through the medium of horticultural injury, at my unusual title for this collection of comments and ramblings. My demise at the hands, or should I say [more…]
Here ah am wurkin’ oan a f**kin’ Sundah waitin’ oan a bunch o’ wee Rangahs an’ Sellick c**ts tae get pished enough tae stert kickin’ the sh*te ootae each uthah in Gleska city sentah owwah [more…]
ACT 2 SCENE 2 Orosius’ Castle. Enter OROSIUS, TILDA, VULPECULA, ETTY and JESSICA, with MAISIE carrying little VUSILLUS.
They were ready to leave, later than planned, cleaning up behind them took longer than they had assumed. It always did and for all Alan’s faults he was thorough, not in the least relaxed about [more…]
Helena struck him once more as being really quite remarkable, just when you thought you might have seen all she had to offer, she revealed another new facet, maybe one unknown even to her, almost [more…]
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