Little White Lies

If I said that I was going to climb Mount Kiliminjaro, he would be jogging up and down Mount Everest for the weekend. There is absolutely nothing that I can do that he has not done in a different format. I run, he power walks, I cycle, he's cycled, I write, he paints. The only... Continue Reading →

Don’t Jump The Gun

At the behest of my trusted Mercedes, I am posting a retraction of a previous statement appertaining to the demise of said chariot. According to mechanics of the highest order, the vehicle can be saved. It's just a minor problem in the great scheme of things. "It may come back a little different."

Mercedes Down

But never forgotten... We never expect the inevitable. We know that it will happen, that it is a certainty, but we never accept that it will truly happen. The death of a Mercedes is not an event I ever believed would happen, but yesterday, on the way back from work, it did. My motor and... Continue Reading →

Wake Up And Shake Up

Racing towards the end. The sun is out and the long night has ended. In truth, the last episode of the Game of Thrones (GoT to newbies) has concluded itself with a somewhat Pythonesque ending. "Eh, f*** it, let's have a party," the writers and producers could have paraphrased. So, those who were left standing... Continue Reading →

Dead Again. Extract

From The Piper Book 3 Night had fallen by the time anything moved in the hearse. The hand of freezing darkness fell upon the boy as he blinked himself back to waking. The first thing that he felt was the immense pain exploding along the landscape of his head. His blood that had now frozen.... Continue Reading →

Life In Cars Frenchy

The photograph is like my memory, rather vague and unfocused. At some point my first car let me down. It may have been something and nothing but, as I was enjoying a relatively good wage, I thought I would treat myself to this little number.   I called her Claudette. She was straightforward, confusing, quirky... Continue Reading →

For the love of French cars.

I called her Claudette. She was straightforward, confusing, quirky and not too fast on the uptake. She was a strange choice yet she had something about her that made me smile. Claudette It was said that the car was unencumbered by an excess of power. The simple act of putting the pedal to the mettle... Continue Reading →

Crows On Poles

Beginning to get the message. Michael had been navigating using the road map they always carried in the boot of the car. Occasionally, ‘the mother’ would shout out contradictory directions and always, Michael followed hers. They were getting closer and the closer they got, the heavier their forebodings became. They had not seen any signs... Continue Reading →

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