A Brief But Furious Struggle

"My name's Samdrew Wilmot-Dickson and today," the camera scoots back from a facial close-up revealing an interior of palatial grandeur, "I am here, to view the centre-piece display, broadcasting live from this year's annual, academy summer show." The presenter walks out of shot revealing two elderly cellists, who commence with playing an Offenbach composition to… Continue reading A Brief But Furious Struggle

the state of our roads

Following on from a groundbreaking article (car ban or carbon?) written on the traffic congestion plague affecting Oxford, investigative journalist Jan Futchinelle's latest piece focuses on the roads themselves. With kind permission, what follows is the full and recently published article, which many point to as responsible for triggering the recent wave of local popular… Continue reading the state of our roads

phone a friend

Although a familiar face and often seen in the city of Oxford, I had no idea as to his name. Adopting the style of an over-fed 11th century Anglo-Saxon peasant, he wore the same brown rags and moss-green holed jumper every day. A length of thick rope tied around an expansive waist, held up his trousers.… Continue reading phone a friend

Extortionist Contortionist

Well, not a contortionist as such, more a yoga teacher. Technically-speaking, I'm not altogether sure if extortion is quite the right word, but along with her American gentleman friend, she robbed clients blind. However, the real scandal is I let them go. I did not report them to the police or to the Yogi High Commission,… Continue reading Extortionist Contortionist

mon chapeau préféré

“I didn’t want to become one of those legions of old men looked upon affectionately, who wear the same hat for the last twenty-five years of their lives, it becoming ever more grimy and ragged by the year.” This, the opening statement by a stylishly dressed gentleman sat opposite me on the train to London today. In actuality, this… Continue reading mon chapeau préféré

OCD Stories: Perpendicular Pat (part one)

No one knew where Pat had come from or how he'd landed the driver's job. A transfer from an outlying British Oversea Territory became the favoured theory, amongst work colleagues. As a tall and broad-shouldered man, no one cared to challenge or question Pat. During the household waste collection rounds, neighbours noticed how he approached… Continue reading OCD Stories: Perpendicular Pat (part one)