Stories

  • There’s a Girl in Lymm

    A sweet spring morning, the start of the majorette marching season. (though I didn’t know this…

  • The Great Pyjama Party Pooper of 2014

    Callum Inges reflects critically on Phil Speys’ attempts to reinvent himself and find ‘inner grace’. He…

  • A Rant on being ‘Cool’

    I’m sick of ‘cool.’ Maybe it’s an age thing. Perhaps I’m passed it, passé, whatever: Cool…

  • My lords, ladies and gentlemen

    It was an old blockhouse, originally set deep unto the cliff, though weather time and tourists…

  • All that I could ever own

    She sat next to me, quiet, reflecting on life or maybe lost in the words of…

  • One of those nights

    Some lost soul should be playing sad jazz riffs down by the bridge, the street softly…

  • The man who could

    Walking through streets yellowed by catseye lights and rain, thinking of you and what would come…

  • One Holds the Love

    She’s sitting now; magazine on lilac knee length skirted lap, coffee by her side. Resting for…

  • Moon Brother

    I liked Richie; Richie was cool in the older boy way that younger boys idealise them.…

  • Comfort in the stars

    Comfort in the stars… Awake before dawn. Awake as mist once clinging to colder stones eases…