Category Archives: Fiction

Hei Hei Hay!

It’s Hay Festival again. I won’t go droning on and on with the usual bountiful enthusiams. Suffice to say that it’s worth an annual pilgrimage even if you’re only slightly interested in books, book people, films, culture, hedonism and breathtakingly … Continue reading

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Geological drawers

Am I the only one who has geological drawers? I don’t mean weighed down with rocks, maybe a chunk of gneiss, a spiky bit of rose quartz or a flaky slice of slate complete with fossil fern. What I mean … Continue reading

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A quick spin around Cheltenham Lit Fest

My favourite TV cook, Keith Floyd used to ask cameraman Clive to have a quick spin around the ingredients,  so here’s my attempt, for anyone who has never been, at a quick spin around Cheltenham Festival of Literature. It’s a … Continue reading

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Guten Tag

Pseu tagged me! So it was only good manners to answer her questions: Cat or dog? Or what?  In a perfect world, dogs, (gundogs ie cocker spaniel, German Shorthaired Pointer) cats, Kunekune pigs, roseate cockatoo… but just the two tabbies, … Continue reading

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A load of crystal balls?

Interesting piece in the Guardian about Sally Morgan the well-known psychic. I refer you to this blog The Guardian piece reveals an interesting new facet to Sally’s performance. No wonder people are so emotionally moved, crying real tears, believing absolutely … Continue reading

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To hug or not to hug, that is the question

I shook hands with the salesman in the Comet shop today. He’d just thrown two free knobbly plastic balls in with the price of my new tumble dryer. They would have been a tenner! “Pardon?” I said “You’re telling me … Continue reading

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Short story – the unknown soldier

If he could tell that the young girl with the fat baby in the blue snowsuit wasn’t interested, it didn’t matter. Not that day, not any day really. Bert was an effusive sort of chap; never used three words where … Continue reading

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