My new book: ‘The Blue-Eyed Cat’ has finally been freed from her solitary confinement within the lonely prison cell that is my dark and empty skull. At last at liberty, the world is now her oyster…although all indications are that her ideal preference would be pride of place upon the shelf of a grand bookcase … More THE BLUE-EYED CAT
A COUNTRY NAMED ‘LONDON’ Humourless Satire with a soupçon of French France allowed…after all, proper Londoners own multiculturism I met with a streetwise professor who was on my side…or was it the other way around? Matters not and regardless, we vented our respective fury upon each other as well as the very ground where inexplicit … More A COUNTRY NAMED ‘LONDON’
TONY, WESTSIDE STORY (from a song by Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim): ‘There’s a place for us, somewhere a place for us, peace and quiet and open air, wait for us, somewhere’ A EXTRATERRESTRIAL’S ALTERNATIVE: Somewhere within someplace, perhaps a fool’s paradise island, although conceivably not, the abundance of smart-arse nincompoops of this dreary, erstwhile … More THE CRUELEST TRICKERY OF ALL
Likely it would have happened regardless of the earthquake, after all for every beginning there is inevitably an end. Time out of kilter. That’s all. Even so, a pity he had to die so young. When the soldiers had dragged his corpse out of the rubble he looked like an unwashed burly, surprisingly pinkish, pig … More IN THE WAKE OF THE QUAKE
blink and you will miss me me the old fool I exist in this moment as do you my friend too soon both you and I will be the dust of cosmic storms our purpose whatever it may have been as unsure of itself and as mystical as in the now before long we shall … More BLINK AND YOU WILL MISS ME
An extract from the autobiography of the much fabled Twattersley Fromage MBE, TP, UFC, WNKR of the First Order & Jolly Decent Chap My quest a simple yet illustrious one that would herald the dawn of a new heroic age of exploration. At the behest of none other than Her Majesty herself I had willingly … More A WOMAN IN LOVE HAS NO NEED OF A THERMAL VEST
The potential of a life of clinical debauchery had its delectable merits, more so when one had the ear of The Pope. Better that than a lifetime of tedium, kneeling upon cold stone with glued palms and eyes closed tight dreaming only of forbidden celestial flesh. Given that hara-kiri was not of his fancy it … More THE HOUSE OF VIVID MEMORIES
