On Not Being Winston Churchill…

“What’s your full name?” the main man asked.  I thought him to be the main man because he was the one to ask whilst the others nervously pushed together in an attempt to allow him his rightful share of the space. He had grown accustomed to such reverenced for his authority and he moved around... Continue Reading →

Riding Through Time…

FOR ENGLAND AND MY MEMORIES, THAT WAS THE HOTTEST SUMMER THAT I CAN REMEMBER. IT REMAINS TALL AS STANDPIPES GUSHING FOUNTAINS OF MEMORIES INTO BUCKETS AND BOWLS. The whole of the street would meet every morning and evening to quench their needs. The clear stuff was rationed to an hour during each of these times,... Continue Reading →

Lovely, Dark and Deep…

I started conversations with the nurses when they passed my room. I wanted to ease their etched concern with a cheery word and a smile. I could see suspicion ripple beneath their nervous smiles. I smiled some more and they hurried off to perform some new and, seemingly urgent, exercise. For a long time, I... Continue Reading →

Calm Before The Crash…

I was on the road again. The clear sky had been crowded out by the overhanging branches and early spring growth of leaves. The adjective is dappled. Dappled belongs to horses, soft pony colours that can be found in painting-by-numbers kits, number 7 brown, number 8 white, number 9 both brown and white mixed. At... Continue Reading →

Lovely, Dark and Deep…

If my memory was correct, the woods represented primeval concerns of savagery and the struggle for survival. Forests were the haunt of thieves and witches, their hidden depths providing the ideal hiding place for the darker side in which mankind could secrete itself. I was in the land of literary psychoanalysis and for once, in... Continue Reading →

Lovey, dark and deep…

Just who do you turn to if you truly suspect that the country that you live in is being secretly taken over by Nazis? The answer, as I found out, was nobody. In the real world, the one that professed to exist outside the ward, few would pay much attention to such a claim. What... Continue Reading →

Lovely, Dark and Deep…

Sometimes your characters surprise you.  It is easy to fall into the obvious escape narrative. As humans, our psyche dictates that we are  running away from some imminent threat just as much as we are unknowingly running towards some other threat. It’s probably a species memory from when we were pre-meal morsels for much bigger and... Continue Reading →

I think that it is complete…

Just looking at cover designs. Is there anyone out there that is prepared to design a cover for my latest book? “Now you are ready for the woods, my friend. You will be cold as it is now winter there. The children have hidden themselves until the return of the sun, but the old woman... Continue Reading →

Once Upon A Time…

Just who do you turn to if you truly suspect that the country that you live in is being secretly taken over by Nazis? The answer, as I found out, was nobody. In the real world, the one that professed to exist outside the ward, few would pay much attention to such a claim. What... Continue Reading →

Aint afraid of no ghost…

From Lovely, Dark and Deep The sleep that arrived was grudging, it didn’t want to cede ground or pave the way into a satisfying respite from the happenings that swirled around me. The memory of pain and the absolute exhaustion was mixed with the apprehension of my dark-hour journeys to come. And then there was... Continue Reading →

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