“Basically,” Sue said to Hannah, “computer simulation theory is split into three separate suppositions.” Hannah, sitting opposite Sue, stared into a space, her attention drifting. A gingham patterned tablecloth, wooden chair and contrasting coloured floor tiles blurred together, swirling in a clockwise direction. Taking hold of the teaspoon in her coffee cup, she stirred the…… Continue reading more than two
Utilising the marvels of interweb technology, the following is the transcript of my recent radio show broadcast where I am in interview with Jan Futchinelle, l’enfant terrible investigative reporter creating a name for himself in the modern medieval city of Oxford and well beyond these county lines. For anyone out there who calls living under a…… Continue reading exclusive interview
It all started with a dirty fork In a cafe, which had taken an age to settle upon A family run affair, with each member pleased to see you His weekly breakfast taken, in the same window seat A variety of characters shared in their own dining experience Overheard conversations were as you’d imagine He…… Continue reading it all started with a dirty fork
“Good morning!” she said, gingerly lowering the plate into place and sitting down in front of the writer. Surprised, the man spluttered something unintelligible and in the confusion knocked over the salt-cellar, spilling most of its contents across the table and onto Mia’s lap.
In celebration, I perform an aerial somersault and land on top of his head smack-bang in the middle. (read more)