Monday Good morning, my happy readers. It’s the start of another week of madness in Westminster and lots of tales from your ageing cat reporter. It was a little chilly overnight. I woke up in [more…]
“Hi guys, welcome to Manchester. My name’s Andy. Yes, yes, I know, the prime minister. These things ’appen. Repeat after me: Fatcher, Liz Truss crashed the economy.” Mr Burnham stood before us in a floor-tiles, [more…]
The printer had stopped, he took off the sheets and sat down. “Jane,” he looked across at her, she was still on the phone, he waited until she had finished. “He will be here within [more…]
It happened again. There I was, minding my own business (trying to kill more white-fly, to be specific) when I heard an all too familiar thud on the glass. I was at the top end [more…]
Monday Good morning, my happy readers. Well, the weather seems to have changed for what, to me, is much improved. The sky over Downing Street is clear blue this morning and it’s pleasantly warm. But [more…]
A Tokyo love hotel cuddling a pristine metro station would have been ideal. But hard to find in a de-industrial northern English town during the twilight zone that lies between last orders and sunrise. Usually [more…]
Sally and Dave were both quiet, before they went to bed, she asked if he had decided what to do. “Yes, I will see Jane first, try for more money, make sure everything is agreed, [more…]
The phrase ‘grim up north’ lingers in the national imagination and conjures images of soot-stained skylines, struggling towns, and industries long past their prime. Yet this caricature of tired decline obscures another, less frequently told [more…]
My name’s Wallace. Not the Wallace, a Wallace, or rather A. Wallace, Albert Wallace that is and… Let me start over. My name is Albert Wallace and I’m a driver for the RASS – the [more…]
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