Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty
I could see a church spire up ahead. Excellent, I thought, as I made my way along the street towards the church. I stopped across the road to observe the place for a moment. “The [more…]
Literature
Fiction
Némésis – Part 10
A gentle reminder that this is fiction. I don’t make moral judgements on fictional characters, especially those operating in a morally ambiguous setting. If you find it upsetting, read the comments instead, although I know [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Three
Monday Another week and Brexit is still all I’m hearing as I get stuck into my Breakfast (not sure what this is, I suspect it might be some cheapo stuff from Lidil as they had [more…]
Arts
Flying Hippo’s Question Time Review
Question Time 12th September 2019 Panel: Brandon Lewis (Conservative) John Healey (Labour – long way from home) Jeffrey Donaldson (DUP – even longer way from home) Catherine Barnard (Cambridge academic type specialising in EU law) [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Twenty-Nine
Joe Malone has escaped a police raid on his office in The Swarbrick building. He only just made it out, and away across the city. Ch 29 – Malone makes the news. I was sitting [more…]
21st Century
Larry’s Diary Week Two
Monday No more talk of getting a Dog to report, I can only hope they have shelved the idea. I will be extra nice to the Blonde and his female for the next few days [more…]
Arts
Roger Ackroyd’s Question Time Review
Question Time 5th September 2019 Panel: Special Limited Collector’s Edition. Once only offer. Richard Tice – Brexit Party Kwasi Kwarteng – Tory Ian Dale – broadcaster Lady Nugee – Labour Ian Blackford – SNP Layla [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Twenty-Eight
Then he saw me. The Assault team policeman was facing towards me, and was higher up on the stairs. While the others had had their backs to me and from their position, couldn’t see down [more…]
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…]