Don’t you love the way politicians from both major parties talk about “The settled will of the British people”? If our will was settled Jacob Rees Mogg wouldn’t attack Hilary Benn. And the Brexit Select Committee would stand undivided. Thus, reading the news makes it clear that there is no settled will. Inside and outside the bubble the factions are still at war.
“The meek shall inherit the dearth.” Our leaders implemented ”Austerity”. In fact, they promised the misery would cure our crash-related problems. As it turns out, they got it wrong, missed their deadline and hammered the meek.
Angels‘ Share thrillers confront the corrupt people and cadres who screw us, avoid tax and steal our money.
Kingdom of heaven? yes, please … Who wouldn’t want a free pass to the kingdom of heaven? Who can deny times are tough for UK politicians (maybe the USA and elsewhere too)? Locked in their bubble, will they do more-or-less anything for power? When they run out of ideas, who can they turn to? Where […]
Money-Pit A public spending money-pit is sticky, like the La Brea tar pits, … and you don’t get change. What about the recent Big Ben repairs? Imagine, the cost doubles to £61M and we hear hushed words explaining that a “better understanding” of the situation (after the fact) is the reason the costs doubled. History […]
I arrive at the Canons’ Gait and it’s downstairs to the cellar bar. Of course, it’s suitably claustrophobic for crime writers reading about dark crime and blood-curdling murder.
Vive la difference? Of course, we could say there are differences and there are … differences. For instance, I’m a Scot and many of my readers aren’t. As a result, there may be positive or negative views of me. Imagine if you were trans.
Semi-colonic anguish? Semi-colonic anguish sounds awful, like a disease … how apt. Does it affect authors? Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. All they do is show you’ve been to college.” Kurt Vonnegut Jr A while back, with much excitement, I discovered the semicolon unaware of the adventure […]
When we get close to a tragedy, we see ourselves for what we are … people who care, who love one another.
Charging through a once ravaged landscape, I can’t help but wonder: Is this as good as gets?