A man held his finger to his ear while the woman in his company tutted and tapped her toe on the rough-hewn concrete floor. The courier had arrived at the lake and the portal was now open.
Yesterday morning, for my breakfast, I had a Pot Noodle. I do so once a year or so, but suspect I may have another one next week.
I’d like to sit both ends of this phony Culture War down together for a nice cup of tea and a chat. It would be great.
New Book Day!
Today, we at Fjara Press, have two new books coming out; let me tell you all about it.
Blood, blood, glorious blood: Nothing quite like it for scaring the living snot out of you.
Do you like food? This is a blog about food. Do you like a strong cup of coffee, which you haven’t made yourself? This is a blog about coffee.
I find conversations really hard work. I am shy, I am awkward and I am not the most comprehensible person when I speak.