There was a call on one of his secure pay-as-you-go phones. “Abdul, it’s Suleiman here. Amallifely’s been martyred, shot outside his house this morning. The police are all over it and have been searching the [more…]
‘Damn Sally, why did she have to go so distant to him now?’ Andy Bowson thought to himself as he sat waiting outside the meeting room in West Midlands Constabulary headquarters later that day. ‘She [more…]
(with apologies to John Frederick Coots and Haven Gillespie) You better watch out You better not cry You better not shitpost I’m telling you why Zuckerberg is coming to town Zuckerberg is coming to town [more…]
Ah wance got wheeked intae the inspectah’s oaffice fer a right f**kin’ hidin’ aboot whit some nosey wee IT c**t foond oan mah wurk computah. “None o’ yer crime reports are gettin saved intae the [more…]
Mohammed Badr’s morning run proceeded as usual as he headed out of the city up into the hills on the edge of town; this was going to be a long one, twenty miles at least, [more…]
It Begins The man about to die pulled the green framed glass door shut and glanced furtively up and down the street before locking the door and placing the key in his jacket pocket. His [more…]
Mrs McRoper, class teacher, addresses the wide-eyed youngsters in the assembly hall. “…and as you all know, diversity is at the heart of all we do here at Strathbolloch Primary. Through our visits to Glasgow [more…]
Ah remembah when Mike Tindall married that Zara burd in an’ we wiz all suconded tae Lothian an’ Bordahs for the day oan royal protection duties an’ aw that sort ae pish. It wiz well [more…]
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