Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Three
I let the breath I’d been holding go and pulled the handle right down and towards me and door opened and the alarm bells rang like a fire engine. Ch 43 – Dark, Warm, Soft [more…]
Satire
Fiction
A Going Postal Christmas Carol: Miriam’s Shack
If ye can break my covenant of the day, and my covenant of the night, and that there should not be day and night in their season; Then may also my covenant be broken with [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Two
I only knew I was cold. And aching. And had a king size headache. I’d like a good rest in Lady Bixby’s emperor sized bed. Preferably resting my head on her chest. Even if she [more…]
21st Century
Kazoo Solo
with acknowledgements to Louis MacNeice’s ‘Bagpipe Music’ It’s no go Jeremy, it’s no go the commies, But all we’ve got is a dodgy deal served up to us by Boris. It’s no go the EU, [more…]
Conservatives
Dear Local MP – At This Special Time
Just to explain, I was more incensed than usual, just very recently, at a propaganda sheet pushed through my letterbox. It was from my local MP, I’ve not named the constituency but it is easily [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-One
Ch 41 – A walk in the moonlight. “Where are we?” I asked Gill. He was resealing his ‘passengers’ back into the thin, false container. Screwing the aluminium into place with a hand drill. I’d [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Fourteen
Monday As usual it’s been a fairly uneventful weekend here on the Downing Street estate. I caught sight of a mouse in the garden yesterday, but it shot into the Foreign Office so I left [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty
I heard the metal rasp of bolts being drawn back. The trailer’s large cargo door being opened and banging flat against the side of the container. Footsteps. Then the double rap of knuckles again. Gill’s [more…]
Journalism