So, the fact that I served in the army doen’t mean much to me, in the sense that it was not a major influence in my character or who I am. I did learn a few things, some of them good or worthwhile, about myself, my ability to cope with extreme pressure and my general physical habilities. But mostly I learnt about…

Patrick Kendall, 63, had lost his glasses again. He had been holding them to his face to quickly fill out the description of item #07925F, had shuffled to the back to put the umbrella in the umbrella cabinet, and suddenly the glasses were nowhere to be seen. It’s not as though they were discreet; with black rims…

By the way this really happened. Yesterday, walking to the tube station to get to work as I do everyday, feeling groggy and tired from the anticipation of possibly facing work cut backs, my head nodding in tune with my footsteps. I am looking at the passing squares of the pavement wondering if today is the day. Everybody…

A strange affair involving, a double-jointed nymphomaniac, an ice cold flat, Edith Piaf and an eight foot French tricolour..I was working in the Silverware department in a ‘top’ store in Knightsbridge a few years back..I got to know this rather eccentric, wild flamed hair ex-dancer who was…

This is the first chapter of something I have been working on for a while - a sort of simple country boy’s tale, set in the late 1980s.

It was while he was waiting for an underground train on the northbound Piccadilly Line platform at Leicester Square towards midnight on an autumnal Saturday that Tony became aware that, as he put it, his “rectum warning light” was flashing. He had been out carousing with some friends and had, as was absolutely…

Living with my boyfriend*, gives me many funny moments. One of which was today, when I watched him go to the shed, pull out a bit of broken cardboard, trudge up our garden hill, fall over, get back up, fall over, get back up and finally reach the top, cardboard still in hand. He then proceeded…

Snow is fun but not in the sun, You can sled in it and make a snowman in it Until the sun comes That is the poem I wrote when I was 8 years old which kept running through my mind while I shoveled 3 feet of snow and ice off my driveway. The only thing I could think, What was I thinking.…

A story about building a snowman and enjoying the moment.

Petals floated softly down like snowy feathers,To silently embrace the earth with  furtive frozen kisses.Things familiar shyly shape-shifted,  huddling under cover; to hide undiscovered until thaw time.So, winter blossom  fell with the falling…