Arts
Larry’s Diary Week Twenty Six
Monday A good Monday morning to you all. A lovely bright morning in London, but cold. I nipped out into to the garden before breakfast, you know I hate using the litter tray, and my [more…]
Satire
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Eight
So we all sipped our drinks. And stared at each other and said nothing. Until I decided that seeing as I had the gun, I should probably lead the discussion. So I said to Sir [more…]
Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book One, Ch. Three
“And Gordon fell in with Kinnockio the Clown and Blair the Grinning Butcher and Imelda the Greedy Scouse Gob and was at once at home among them for they were all useless, idle, thieving cunts……” [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Twenty Five
Monday Good Morning merry readers and welcome to another week in Westminster. Not a lot happening here this morning. Felix chicken for breakfast as Bozzie is listening to LBC, shouting at the Mutt to stop [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Seven
I moved down the final steps of the staircase and went across to him. “Hello Lord Bixby. I’m with Russian Meerkats Life Insurance. I’m here about a fraudulent sudden death claim.” His eyes showed that [more…]
Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book One, Ch. Two
“And as Gordon grew, even his Sire, the Preacherman and tight-fisted Presbyterian sonofafuckingbitch……” “Tight-fisted Presbyterian sonofafuckingbitch.” “…looked on him and said unto his woman, this one must go away and be taught bribery, blackmail and [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Twenty Four
Monday Well, my diary collaborator, WG, got back from his holiday yesterday but when I contacted him all l got was a few grunts, I suspect he was a bit jet lagged! He wasn’t the [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Six
I wanted some answers. I wanted some answers right now. And people in this house were going to give them to me. Lady Vanessa, for one. Ch 46 – Honey, I’m Home! I stood up [more…]
Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book One, Ch. One
BOOK ONE, A RUINOUS FEUD . It is in an old, roofless, dilapidated building, without windows or doors, more a few piles of rubble than a building, set in a devastated, once-urban wilderness, two hundred [more…]