Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Twenty-Six
Private Investigator Joe Malone is down in the basement of his office building. Checking on a strange noise. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw an even bigger safety code violation. A waste [more…]
European Union
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Twenty-Five
Joe Malone has been using his smart watch with a recent patch update to indicate top contacts in vicinity. I made an attempt at a five pointed star on the watch face, and immediately a [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Twenty-Four
Private Investigator Joe Malone has a document that could shed some light onto the mysterious disappearance of Arch-remainer, Lord Marmon-Herrington Bixby. He is using a device to try and discern any clues to the letter’s [more…]
Conservatives
Globalism v. Nationalism Part 6
Hello again, friends. Last time out we looked at the state of the parties and the Tory leadership race. Since then Boris Johnson, as was widely expected, has become Prime Minister. Trump has gone into [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Twenty-Three
My office building was just up ahead. No lights were on. The other tenants having concluded their shady business for the day. And moved onto their shady night businesses for the night. I used my [more…]
America
Iran Seizes British Flagged Tanker
I write this at 2015 on Friday 19th July, so by the time you read this things may have developed further. Right now the breaking news is a few hours ago the British flagged tanker [more…]
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…]
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…]