The Banjolele is a strange instrument, but one that Lord Edenred loved to listen to, especially when it was being played by his faithful manservant, Burke. Standing at a mere five and a half feet, he was a methodical and meticulous man, making the most of the generous clothing allowance granted to him by his … Continue reading
“Jimmy! You’ve got to get off the streets, Spring Heeled Jack has put the word out, he’s after your head. I don’t know what you’ve done mate, but you’re fucking dead if you don’t hide.” Jimmy stared at the greasy little dipper standing in front him. Billy was not the sort of person you could … Continue reading
Normal was what Lord Edward Edenred considered himself to be. He realised that he was richer, considerably richer than the average man, but he liked to pride himself on the fact that he was still normal. Granted he lived in a number of large houses, had a number of servants and a personal wealth of … Continue reading
I haven’t written poetry since Primary School. Whilst I was in the car listening to Radio 4 (yes, I’m that old, and the R1 DJ are, to be honest, thick as shit) they were talking about ‘stuff’ and poetry came up. Then I got to thinking as I was driving and boom, the rather rhymey … Continue reading
Due to attending local sci-fi events, I got talking to the wonderful and talented Marc Ducrow. I helped him out with some contacts and we kept talking over Facebook (such a wonderful tool). Then, when I was looking for a cover artist for Blaise Maximillian: Emancipation I asked him if he’d be able to take my … Continue reading