Némésis Part 4
Northern Iraq, December 2017 Halward clambered up into the extremely cramped rear compartment of the Supacat. They had cleared a space so that Ripley could lie down. She was huddled in her sleeping bag plus [more…]
Northern Iraq, December 2017 Halward clambered up into the extremely cramped rear compartment of the Supacat. They had cleared a space so that Ripley could lie down. She was huddled in her sleeping bag plus [more…]
This is a tale of what was once my daily commute for a few months during the 70s. Admittedly, not one of the Mogadishu Express to Kings Cross or the hell of the M25 car [more…]
As I live in Cornwall where the temperature rarely gets into the mid seventies Fahrenheit and where , living as I do overlooking the English Channel, the ambient humidity levels are so high, 66% on [more…]
“Take your designer bag and your phone and your card reader and your skinny arse, and piss off. And don’t let me see you here again, you understand?” The street beggar hurriedly gathered his stuff [more…]
Piglet decided that he was going to visit his friend Pooh, as it was a bright and sunny morning in Hundred Acre Wood. He was somewhat discomfited to find the little clearing outside Pooh’s abode filled [more…]
Northern Iraq, December 2017 It was Sunday. Ripley had been kept awake by the wailing of the female fighters, mourning the death of the Peshmerga during the fighting of the previous day. They had buried [more…]
September 3rd, 1811. I have been too much occupied to keep up my diary for several months. We have all been toiling on the improvement of the Bear Inn, which had fallen into some disrepair [more…]
Joe Malone, private Investigator, is still looking for the missing Lord Bixby. A principle figure in the Bollox to Brexit movement. Malone has just left young Lady Bixby and her companions at the Reform Club [more…]
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