A Place that was Ours. Chapter Nine – Moving On.
“I don’t know, Chas, do I?” Sarah Coldbatch protested. “I’m not Sue’s keeper. She’s gone, that’s all I know.” “Said nowt to none of us, man.” Jonna declared in his girlfriend’s support. “Joost booggered off, middle of the night, Dave said.” The scene was MacDonalds on the Friday morning, the day after my case. It…
View from the Armchair
Television is a tranquilizer. All winter it is our solace and our comfort, helping us to pass those long, cold nights in peace. Television is, to the twenty-first century, what gin was to the nineteenth. Of course, we don’t like to admit this, because we don’t like to accept we are addicted to television. Just…
In Memoriam – Cecil the Lion
I imagine if you were to lay Homo sapiens out upon the anthropological slab and dissect him as a species you would come up with a number of anomalies. He is an ape, yet not – we can’t be sure. He has a large brain, yet not the largest. The brains of several less versatile…