Fiction
Jinnie’s Story, Chapter Fifteen
Jinnie was once again in the wood walking Bonnie when the burner phone rang. This time she had half expected it and didn’t jump, but Bonnie the beagle did. Fred Bear had to be somewhere [more…]
Nazis
Fiction
Jinnie’s Story, Chapter Fourteen
Jinnie walked down the slope from the northbound platform to the tunnel under the lines at Potters Bar Station. At the bottom, she turned right to the car park where her dad had said he [more…]
Fiction
Jinnie’s Story, Chapter Thirteen
The news that the couple in the bombed car were Professor Wolff and his wife hit the university hard. There was a memorial service attended by many of the students. As a member of the [more…]
Fiction
Jinnie’s Story, Chapter Twelve
Thursday and Friday were normal lecture days for Jinnie and she was mostly able to concentrate on her studies. Of course, rumours about the “accidents” continued to spread and the more the state-controlled media stuck [more…]
Authoritarianism
Book Review: They Thought They Were Free
Sorry, this isn’t a book review……………As such. It is, however, an attempt to highlight the similarities between life in Germany during the early 1930s & life in the UK in 2021. In 1955, Milton Mayer [more…]
20th Century
Jinnie’s Story, Chapter Eleven
Willie dropped Jinnie off a few hundred metres from the apartment. A quick glance at her watch told her that it was nearly 01:30. Despite the fact, she had dressed warm as had been suggested, [more…]
20th Century
Jinnie’s Story, Chapter Ten
Saturday morning was much like any morning, the girls were up fairly early, had breakfast, but instead of lectures they had arranged to go together to the University Gym Club for a session in the [more…]
20th Century
Jinnie’s Story, Chapter Nine
Jinnie woke to the sound of Simone singing in French in the shower. First, she lay quiet and tried to recognise the song but it was nothing she could place. Then she realised it was [more…]
20th Century
Jinnie’s Story, Chapter Eight
Jinnie woke up alone on Wednesday morning, the bolt that Fritz the porter had fitted on her bedroom door was obviously doing its job. Today was “meet the lecturers” day and for some reason, she [more…]