As the days lengthened and summer approached, Anton thought of Anna Sergeyevna and her little Pomeranian, white against the hot black cobbles of Yalta. In the mornings he would write, and each evening walk the warming lanes of Alushta. Try as he might, he could not forget her fragile beauty, her grey eyes and tearful… Read more

Nazi ducks attacked the swan and killed it. Dark red blood stained its white feathers, and its black eyes misted grey. They were no end of trouble, the ducks, and when the parish council said they’d pay five pounds for every Nazi duck killed Mr Greenwitch got a greedy look across his fat face. He… Read more

’Any and all extraneous, superfluous or suspicious nipples will be kept private and confidential’. The sign reassured me a little. Still, I was nervous. This would be my first full body massage. Next to me in the tiny lobby, sat an old lady with one of those permanently slanted, shaky heads. Across from us, filling… Read more

The importance of Hildebrand to his children was negligible. They barely noticed him at all, nor should they, he hadn’t seen them since he’d left to open a beach bar, back when they were three and four, and the last thing he ever said to them was not to trust their mother, ’she’s a bitch’… Read more

What are you listening to this week? Muhammad (Momo) Al Bakiri Zawerrk, Suicide bomber, Iraq Mr Bombastic, Shaggy This was my nickname at the camps. I got all the steps to it down. You gotta love the beats. Classic. Boom shake the room, Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff. Obvious innit? Its me job Two tickets… Read more