Arts
Graveyard Shift
I used to work in a cemetery. It was a dead-end job, but you could always bury yourself in your work! Oh, ho ho ho! I humbly beg your pardon. I shall start again. I [more…]
Literature
19th Century
A Bear’s Diary – Part 9
June 25th, 1809. We are returned to London. Our journey from Portsmouth was necessarily a slow one, as no stagecoach driver will countenance adding eight bears to his passengers. In any case, Fred deemed it [more…]
Arts
Roger Ackroyd’s Question Time Review
Question Time 14th February 2019 Venue: Aylesbury Aylesbury: voted 50.5% to Leave. Panel: Jacob Rees Mogg (Leaver) Lisa Nandy (Remainer) Grace Blakeley (Marxist Leaver) Geoff Norcutt (Comedian. Leaver) Jimmy Wales (Remainer. Wikipedia co-founder) For the [more…]
Literature
Joe Malone, Part Four
An attractive blonde had surprised Private Eye Joe Malone as he was resting his hangover. She was standing in his Investigator’s office. Surveying him and her surroundings. Not quite sure if this oddly antique office [more…]
19th Century
A Bear’s Diary – Part 8
May 20th, 1809. We are at sea again – on a merchant ship, Pride of Scunthorpe, under the command of Jonas Swigger, a jovial captain who was more than happy to take us bears and [more…]
Arts
Roger Ackroyd’s Question Time Review
Question Time 7th February 2019 Venue: Motherwell Motherwell used to be the steel-making capital of Scotland. Ravenscraig was the main employer of some 13,000 people by the 1970’s but a disastrous strike of steel workers [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Three
This tale is in the near future. The United Kingdom has left and not left the European Union. The country is united by division. Everything is just like it is today, only more so. The [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Two
This tale is in the near future. The United Kingdom has left and not left the European Union. The country is united by division. Everything is just like it is today, only more so. The [more…]
19th Century
A Bear’s Diary – Part 7
May 6th, 1809 We are part of a regular army again, pressing on to confront the French. I must confess that my old bones are aching from the furious pace of our advance. Jem is [more…]