‘Henry’ switched off the news feed on his laptop. That press release put out by the PM’s office! Whatever had possessed them? He must try to find out. It was crudely transparent, wildly unnecessary, surely? [more…]
Brother Peran, as he introduced himself, was unlike any pre-conception of a monk she had ever held. He had sat her down on a leather chair in his vestry while he boiled a kettle on [more…]
Aw us polis lads usually jist have oor bithdae parties in the stashun cos we cannae dae f**k aw these days in public withoot some wee c**t filmin’ it aw on some f**kin phone an’ [more…]
ACT 1 SCENE 3 A Cabin on a Ship bound for the Island of Tapioca. Enter TILDA, VULPECULA, ETTY, JESSICA and MAISIE with little VUSILLUS. ETTY: ’Tis sad to see Uraemia fall [more…]
The walk was just what she needed, invigorating in the Spring sunshine among the reams of wild flowers lining the track sides and field fringes, helping to clear her head. The climate was more like [more…]
FRIDAY He had left his parents-in-law by eight o’clock the following morning, heading to the local station to meet the officers leading the search for his wife; it had been a sombre evening, but not [more…]
ACT 1 SCENE 2 The Road to Opprobrium. Enter TILDA, VULPECULA, ETTY and JESSICA, with MAISIE carrying little VUSILLUS. All are in the garb of Peasants. VULPECULA: Night falls, and I am [more…]
Chief Superintendent Dager had been back in the office for the last ninety minutes, having been called by the duty team. Late and overnight duties had diminished as he had climbed the ranks, but in [more…]
Ah reckon this Presudants Club pish has bin pure blown oot o’ aw pruporshun tae be honast wi yeez. Ah mind wan time the sarge took a load o’ us aw oot tae the curry [more…]
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