Time Sack

Nobody is aware of this, but a few; me and my wife to be exact. My recent travels with Captain Candy have revealed the truth about the nature of existence: the world ended some time in November 1979. That strangely coincided with Pick Floyd's release of The Wall. It was also the time that Captain... Continue Reading →

Come Fourth The Fifth

I remember the miner’s strike in the eighties as a sound lesson in civil war. I had recently left the Metropolitan Police as a result of their rather fascistic approach to race relations. Just in time, I remember thinking. Thatcher, our last truly great leader, had already barged into a boy ship of sea cadets and... Continue Reading →

Writing a review.

I have written reviews of novels in the past and some people may have read them. I'm not a mover and a shaker in the world of lit/crit and what I say doesn't need to be considered. I was handed a novel the other week that had a strange title. It was set during the... Continue Reading →

How to write a best-seller.

Finished editing AWOL (The Story of Adam) yesterday and started working on the one line elevator pitches. Elevator Pitches: He never knew that girls existed until he met the one who was destined blow his world away. Adam was having a bad term, a bad life, and was about to come face to face with... Continue Reading →

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 →

Monday Post

They keep on doing it. Mondays arrive like the product of clockwork. The weekend is barely over before the Mondays shuffle in, pushing the main actors off stage and shooing in the black and white monotony of their weekday mates. "Hey, come on Tuesday, come on Wednesday, shake a leg Thursday!" You can hear the... Continue Reading →

Who’s Afraid Of The Big Bad?

“What? Never really liking myself?”  She nodded encouragingly. There is a shiver of panic that invades my life on certain occasions. It’s like the feeling that one might get when pulling off a jumper that is a little too small. First it grabs around the shoulders, sticks and refuses to go any further. This tends... Continue Reading →

Hope And The Dead

Short Extract From The Piper 3 For most people the sight of such a creature, especially one so old and decayed as this (its upper and lower lips had been nibbled away by the same rat that had devoured its long dead nose) would have been a cause for petrified alarm. This one, though, had... 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."

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