What they were asking… but hadn’t he already crossed the line? That’s why they’d revealed themselves to him, reckoned he was already there. George was, he knew, would sign up in a flash, possibly some [more…]
In a change of approach to how I usually deliver my far-right propaganda I will now recount the tale of a remarkable nation whose influence on the world far exceeds it’s size, population and resources. [more…]
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The Turk was almost ecstatic, after all the set-backs, the doubts, only nine-eleven put this in the shade, and this was somehow more personal, more intimate, a stab at the heart of a major western [more…]
The emergency sub-committee were all back in the main room: the ceasefire at Broadcasting House was over two hours old now and disparate reports were starting to be assimilated, an incomplete but increasingly coherent picture [more…]
Why had he said that, the flood of relief perhaps at this unexpected, nay miraculous, escape from his impetuous stupidity? The man’s wife, a barely repressed desire to tell him she was safe? “I’ll report [more…]
Andy Bowson received the command and sprinted across the street, followed by the others. Visibility was returning, only the smoke billowing out from parts of the building giving them any cover from unseen gunmen that [more…]
“I’ve been offered a new job”, confided Pooh to Piglet as they sat in the autumn sunshine in Hundred Acre Wood. “I wasn’t really looking for one, but a nice man from the BBC Department [more…]
One of Andy Bowson’s team spotted movement through the settling dust high up in Broadcasting House and called out; Andy trained his carbine’s telescopic sight on it to see four half naked women lined up [more…]
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