Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Five
It was then that I realised that this wasn’t old medical data at all. It was current data. It was now. Real-time live. And Lord Bixby had just moved from a steady fifteen, to a [more…]
Satire
Fiction
Royal Protection
Ah mind aboot a yeer ago gettin’ sackondet tae Balmoaral coaz hoff tha royal prateckshun c**ts were aff fer a hale week wi’ tha wild s**tes they goat fae a roatten chinky they ordahed in [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Four
Ch 44 – “The Medi-Doctor will see you now.” The Med-Doc looked like a good one. It was a bathroom cabinet sized wall mounted unit with various tubes and pumps coming from it. A fixed [more…]
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…]
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…]