Sketch: Amber Waves

He recalled that when he was a little sprog at school there was always that one girl he had a mortal crush on. Laura was the first and he was only just six. It was always one girl and his feelings were always true but of course there was something of a turnover with regards […]

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Black Dogs

“Depression” is a filthy word. It smacks of weakness, lack of determination and/or moral fibre. It conjures up images of those with no spine; pasty coloured ninnies, “freeloaders, the lot!” “No balls!” “Tossers!” “They’re the sort that are just as likely to let the side down.” As if it were a lifestyle sort of thing, […]

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Sketch: Hertog Govertkade

I was still quite shy of four when my Father’s job took us from Colombia to Holland in the spring of 1976. Up to then I’d been a child of the tropics and perhaps my earliest memory of the Netherlands is one of walking the streets of Rotterdam with my Mother and Father, feeling the […]

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Sketch: We were twelve or so

We were twelve or so. The precise assignment set itself no longer matters but when our various essays were returned to us, the one that Jennifer Hamilton chose to praise was Helena’s description of the desperate last gasps of a drowning man. Where she had succeeded, over five hundred words of cold, clear descriptive writing, […]

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Domestic sketch: Cat shit

I had been dragging flu-light for a couple of weeks; not man-flu but flu-flu. My request to not have to go into the office the two days I should have was granted and I had spent the whole week working from home. I’d been feeling all the usual things you expect to feel when your […]

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Sketch: In memoriam

Albert Pierrepoint hanged James Inglis on the 8th of May 1951. Inglis was 29 and, by his own admission, guilty of murder. Having not appealed his sentence when it was handed to him, it was carried out after the passage of three Sundays. It stands on record as the fastest hanging in British history, taking […]

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Sketch: Can Pep

I walked past Can Pep yesterday evening on my way to the pool and I remembered that I’d been meaning to write something about this place for a while. In fact I was there yesterday afternoon for a quick coffee, having dashed down the six flights of stairs at around five for a walk around […]

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