Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Five
Ch 35 – Deer Stalker. The sun was well up now. Nina’s Novazyanka had taken me out. I had slept for more than two hours, that was for sure. Leo’s phone said 1.01pm. I tried [more…]
Satire
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Eight
Monday Unlike my prediction on Saturday, yesterday was reasonably peaceful here at Number 10. The only thing worth mentioning was that David Cameron is stirring it up again in the Sunday papers. Everyone hates a [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Four
I set the screen lock to ‘none’ and the timer to one hour. Ate a handful of peanuts. Drank a half a glass of the water and curled up on the chair with the red [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Seven
Monday Up very early this morning as Dilyn was yapping in that strange Welsh accent of his, wanting to be let out. It suited Bozzie as he was off to Dublin to meet the Teashop [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Three
The door opened and a big man in a bad suit came out. “Hello Leo,” I said to him. “Well, well,” he said back. “Joe Malone. I thought I told you not to come round [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Six
Monday Forget all this Brexit stuff, the big news of the weekend was that it looks like Bozzie Bear and the Little Otter have adopted a rescue dog. Not any old rescue dog, but a [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Two
I waited some more for the machine to do something, but it did nothing pressed the touchscreen again. Nothing happened. I couldn’t just go on standing here in the concourse of the bridge ticket area. [more…]
Capitalism
Larry’s Diary Week Five
Monday Bozzie is still away this morning, at the G7, but he seems to have been upsetting a quite a few people. You might remember that yesterday he complained about the US not allowing our [more…]
Literature
That Supreme Court Judgement
Ah feel pure soarry fer that Borash Johnston c**t. Tha poor bastert’s goat anuff oan his plate bein’ prime menashtah an’ aw that sh*te withoot some judge c**t pure gie’n him it tight. Ah mind [more…]