Perfidious Chelsea!

How did the Royal Borough go from nice to the nasty mean Local Authority which ignored the needs of the victims of the Grenville fire? Having lived in the Borough for more than twenty years, I watched it change. I…

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Election Diary 4: The Apocalypse

Thursday The Last Day, the Day of the Apocalypse. Scudding clouds, patches of dribbling rain, ignored. Absolutely no relevance. This is between me and you, God, whoever you are. The Labour party office in the great Victorian mansion on the…

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ELECTION DIARY – Translations!

  What does it all MEAN, fa f-sake!   Mourning for Manchester Every blogger in the world is writing about Manchester. Rather than repeat all the horror we feel, the sense of desperation in the face of the senseless slaughter…

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A Love Letter from Tokyo

Lucky me! Invited by Sasori to spend 10 days in Japan! Here are my initial thoughts… A Bullshit Interpretation of Japanese History Theory: the Japanese are pan-galactic superior beings who settled on their tiny islands and embarked on a centuries-long…

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A Beast…a Short Story

  Another story in the Nasty Little Things Collection. Two men in their early twenties on the platform. They radiate innocence and goodness, their faces suffused with benevolence, wanting to please each other into mutually dependent trust. Pure envy grinds…

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DARKNESS…..

  This train-wreck civilisation broken, Its scraps disseminated and the dogs Seek their master’s  throats Singing I lurk under a thorn tree which makes a cave around my bruised head. The cries of pursuer and pursued punctuate the horizon like…

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The Donkeys Kick Back – buying a used car?

I sat in stunned silence as the salesman ranted. “Donkeys!” He sputtered. “Can you believe those donkeys!” He savagely hit the disconnect button on his mobile. “Watch!” He said “They’re on their way! Watch how I deal with them!” “What’d…

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Ear Worms, Eumatezoa, Boxers, Fate.

To what extent do I manufacture my world? Are you a figment of me? How and why can I be reading the paper and listening to the radio and the second my eye lights on a word, say “manipulative” someone…

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Toad Moves In!

“From now on,” Mr Toad said expansively, “this great ugly pile will be called Toad Hall. After me. Like all my huge massive best wonderful incredible fantastic best in the world businesses!” With a gesture he stopped the motorcade at…

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