Destination? Open ground halfway between the Oval and the Thames. Alert state? Heat wave – meteorological and political. The grass has given up pretending to be grass; dusty cardboard with the occasional flattened mat of [more…]
Sally was waiting for him when he came in, he dropped the backpack and hugged her. He felt her crying, trying to pull away, she wouldn’t let him go. When she eventually let her grip [more…]
Crashing through the undergrowth, Tommy gun blazing, Jason Arday claimed yet another bar for his Victoria Cross as the enemy fell like leaves before him. Or rather he didn’t, as, unlike the ‘real’ Walter Mitty [more…]
Monday Good morning, my happy readers, and welcome to another week of “stuff” from your intrepid cat reporter. The sun was back to being rather warm again this morning, and I hear another heatwave is [more…]
Rules Pay attention, Puffins! Your last homework entries were excellent — well done. Now it’s time for the next challenge. Before you put pen to paper (or rather fingers to keyboard), here’s a reminder of [more…]
Simon Pegson was dressed in grey prison clothing, he was around fifty, had once been fit, possibly a rugby player, but a lot of the muscle had now turned to fat. Jane stood away from [more…]
Jerry Westerby? Yes, Jerry Westerby. The Honourable Clive Gerald Westerby to the likes of you and me, but Jerry to his chums in the secret world and to his readers at the rag, especially those [more…]
Not being too knowledgeable where apiary is concerned, but also knowing that some bees do build their homes underground, both the head of the B&M department and myself assumed that the black and yellow stripey [more…]
Monday Good morning, my happy readers. It is a momentous day in the Street today. It’s the last day of Legohead’s premiership and the first day of Mascara Man, my seventh PM and probably not [more…]
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