2020 is only ten weeks old, but most of us would say it’s already been one hell of a year. And I use that word literally. From missile attacks in the Middle East through to locust swarms in East Africa, to flooding in the UK and the worldwide spread of the virus Covid-19, it seems … Continue reading Life Begins
So, that last post was a bit prophetic. Looking back, it’s as though I could feel a change coming, like my Spidey-Sense was twitching or something. As to what kind, well, I didn’t know for sure. But I felt certain Autumn was goodbye, which is why I posted what I did. Fast forward on to … Continue reading Future Shock (2019)
A row of semi-detached houses stand opposite, sloping to the right and rising towards the south. The view could be oppressive, with mock-Tudor fronts, steep red roofs and telephone lines that hang low in snow and bad weather. But when the sky is clear and the colour is powder blue, the sight reminds me of … Continue reading Local Ordinance
Recently, I started a diploma in copy-writing and digital marketing, which then got me thinking about this blog and how well it serves its purpose. Obviously, there’s much more I could do with it. On the up-side, it looks pretty and has lots of white space. And the content is original. But the posts are … Continue reading End of Phase One
Watch the wrong advert and you're targeted with con-men every time you touch your screen. Take 'Charlie' for instance, with his white veneers, tousled blonde hair and blow-up muscles he got canyoning in Japan. He wants to sell his latest start-up, but he's not a born-again altruist eager to help you all escape. No, Charlie’s … Continue reading Passive Income
This is an excerpt from the opening of my new novel, Rats in the Capital. August, Elstree. Two miles outside North London. Sean figured had ten miles left, but only if he took it easy on the accelerator. As it was, the Fiat’s engine died the moment he turned off the M1. 'No,' he shouted as the car hit the on-ramp, ‘not now you piece of shit!’ But the engine was silent and the accelerator felt lifeless as the three-door freewheeled passed the wind farm and carried on towards the roundabout. For a second, he thought he might have enough momentum, but his heart sank when he saw the queue for the petrol station up ahead. It was several cars deep, so he braked twenty yards from the fuel pumps. So close and yet so far, he thought to himself bleakly.
My laptop blew last week, so I've been pacing around like an anxious father as I wait for it to be returned. On reflection, it seems us PC-users are like those farmers who live on the slopes of dormant volcanoes. We know our hard drives are going to blow in two to three years time, … Continue reading In the Shadows