DH, Going Postal

Lords and Ladies, Part Three

Thresher sullenly pushed a broom across the dining room floor, broken crockery and shards of glass clinking as he shuffled along. Tiny fragments and splinters littered every nook and cranny, glinting and winking under cabinets [more…]

DH, Going Postal

Lords and Ladies, Part One

IT had been a particularly joyless summer day at Pyewacket Hall. A feverish, boiling heat had beaten down relentlessly upon its ancient, moss-flecked granite walls. Pristine lawns had been turned to yellow scrub and vivid [more…]


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…]

DH, Going Postal

HMS Gammon

I’d like to open proceedings with a confession: I have never before in my life written a travel piece with even the faintest modicum of honesty or integrity. The truth of the matter is that [more…]