Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Twenty-Two
“Take your designer bag and your phone and your card reader and your skinny arse, and piss off. And don’t let me see you here again, you understand?” The street beggar hurriedly gathered his stuff [more…]
Satire
Literature
Winnie The Pooh and Greta the Climate Change Guru-ette
Piglet decided that he was going to visit his friend Pooh, as it was a bright and sunny morning in Hundred Acre Wood. He was somewhat discomfited to find the little clearing outside Pooh’s abode filled [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Twenty-One
Joe Malone, private Investigator, is still looking for the missing Lord Bixby. A principle figure in the Bollox to Brexit movement. Malone has just left young Lady Bixby and her companions at the Reform Club [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Twenty
“Is that the letter?” Lady Vanessa asked him. She had been very quiet. But suddenly sat forwards and peered at the envelope. To Sir Marmon-Herrington Bixby esq. Which was normal enough. Though the word, WANKPUPPET [more…]
Biography
Lieutenant Rory Stewart – Traveller, Soldier, Gentleman
In the year of our Lord 2002, a remarkable young soldier by the name of Roderick James Nugent Stewart took some good old fashioned shooting leave in Afghanistan. Upon his return to Britain, he documented [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Nineteen
Sir Alan agreed with Mandelson. “Marmon has a file full of metaphorical green ink letters. All sorts of evil wished upon him.” “I didn’t see any such file in his home,” I told them. “That’s [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Eighteen
Private Investigator is at the Reform Club. A guest of Lady Vanessa Bixby, as she meets with her diner guests. Mandelson and Stuart. So finally I stood up. Lifted the tray from the waiter’s hands [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Seventeen
Joe Malone and Vanessa Bixby are at the Reform Club. Vanessa has just pointed out Sir Alan Stuart, a spin doctor for Tony Blair, one of the two guests at the table. He was one [more…]
Arts
Careers Advisor
Brian felt a bit strange as he got up that morning, his bed seemed much more comfortable and his teasmade, whilst brewing his favourite mug of Yorkshire Tea was operating effectively, the radio seemed to [more…]