Cherrypicked stories

If words were bricks, there's no building can hold my feelings, make today's News watertight so tears cannot get in; I'd hurl these at you Murderer!...

Pudding's dreams were always weird. But since becoming a detective they had taken on a whole new level of weirdness.

In which Aefelthrith provides an answer but it's not quite what Gwladys was expecting!

Mercury Rising Oh boy do we like to talk about the weather! I always say that in the UK at least we’d be left speechless if the topic of the weather...

I’m one of an ever-diminishing minority in the UK. Maybe, even, the world. The western world, certainly – if research is to be believed. I don’t have...

The old look back – remember those who long ago chose to take a different road, rebel against a dry, dull code; they liked the shock that shook their… some … belatedly came back – jumped track.

You'll know what I mean. The Block. The only solution is a good (bad) old fashioned disaster movie.

Nash stood under a yew tree and watched the last car pull away from the cemetery. The place felt thick with old ghosts, but Max was nowhere around...