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The inhabitants of Piddledon Farm sat in a huge lounge looking at a 45 inch projector screen. The curtains were drawn so that they sat in almost...

I had a three o clock appointment with Mr. Hamill, an orthopaedic surgeon. I went into the receptionist at ten to three, ten minutes early. I always...

The next morning was Saturday morning. Shagging morning. Elena arrived at the usual time, just before seven, naked except for her cotton dressing...

I was a victim of conformity as I was growing up, but without it I wouldn’t be the person I am now. At fifteen I lost a lot of friends who saw me as...

I went shopping with my aunt Fiona not really in the market to buy anything, but it was a novelty after covid and lockdown. Both myself and Fiona...

I am confused and I am angry, my heart left so unsoothed. Yet there remains that light eternal, an imperishable flame. It is Hope. Something better...

The street’s silent an cauld, the last bite ay winter’s teeth clamped tae the mornin, hingin oan in a furtive, futile last effort, in defiance ay the...

The curious title of the book prominently displayed in the bookshop's window caught my attention.

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Last Sunday was Pentecost Sunday, regarded as the birthday of Christ Jesus’ church (‘church’ referring to the gathered people of God, not the building) Tired of godlessness and spite, longing for the place of light, …