Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Three
I let the breath I’d been holding go and pulled the handle right down and towards me and door opened and the alarm bells rang like a fire engine. Ch 43 – Dark, Warm, Soft [more…]
United Kingdom
European Union
Scottish Independence
There has been some disingenuous double speak on the subject of Scottish Independence post election at which they triumphed with a platform for independence from the United Kingdom as strong as the conservative party’s overwhelming endorsement of independence from the European [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Two
I only knew I was cold. And aching. And had a king size headache. I’d like a good rest in Lady Bixby’s emperor sized bed. Preferably resting my head on her chest. Even if she [more…]
Arts
Prostitution law in the UK
Prostitution Law Some time ago there was a planning application for a ‘sexual encounter establishment’ all over the local paper. It was to be a lap dancing club. But people made some inflammatory statements, so [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-One
Ch 41 – A walk in the moonlight. “Where are we?” I asked Gill. He was resealing his ‘passengers’ back into the thin, false container. Screwing the aluminium into place with a hand drill. I’d [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty
I heard the metal rasp of bolts being drawn back. The trailer’s large cargo door being opened and banging flat against the side of the container. Footsteps. Then the double rap of knuckles again. Gill’s [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Nine
Ch 39 – The Truck. It was dark, here in the back. Inside the secret compartment of Gill’s 7.5 tonne Mercedes truck. The space was only the depth of an average sized individual. The width [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Eight
Joe Malone was arranging his exit from the UK via a People Smuggler he’d met in the cafe. I was just about to seal the deal, when a deep voice from just behind me exclaimed [more…]
Conservatives
Dead in a Ditch
You could have been the man who saved the day, And won renown and everlasting fame. Instead of that, you ducked and ran away: Ten years from now, no one will know your name. [more…]