Author Archives: Clive La Pensée

Capitalism’s Dirty Tricks


‘Using Bridgewater’s public disclosures, Breakout Point calculated that the Connecticut-based fund has bet against 21 European companies so far this week, in sectors ranging from finance to energy.’ The above quote is from the Daily Express of 17th June 2022. And of course, there is nothing like a headline such as- EU issued MAJOR financial warning asContinue reading “Capitalism’s Dirty Tricks”

Let’s get tough.


I occasionally get the urge to write about the environment, but get kinda tired, because of the lack of resonance, even from people on the same page as me. Wrecker’s Nectar Bee beauty will Dance his ass off So his mates fly until They reach the blossoms’ source. Then comes nectar’s drill To burrow deep,Continue reading “Let’s get tough.”

No room for heroes.


Flash fiction time. Devinia, would describe herself as a country girl – horses, dogs, hunting, polo and cold showers in summer. That was her sort of thing. She was larger than life in other ways, too. No male could claim not to notice her hour-glass shape when pressured by jodhpurs and riding britches. I madeContinue reading “No room for heroes.”

When no one answers


We do many things, expecting no response. The job you apply for that you don’t think you should get, the love letter that doesn’t say what you wanted it to, the blog that doesn’t capture the moment, the book you have worked on for years, doesn’t find a publisher, so you self publish and itContinue reading “When no one answers”

More than he wished for.


I haven’t written about Cheam, my boyhood location, for some time. And then on Guy Fawkes night I remembered the following story, told me by my father. Once again, I forgot to ask about details during his life, so have filled in the missing bits with my story-telling technique. The main protagonists are my father,Continue reading “More than he wished for.”

Chaos as a way of life. Part 3.


Destruction has started. The guys destroying my house said they have never seen worse woodworm. It’s a good job I hadn’t believed the surveyor’s opinion. But the worst was soon over and we were left with a huge hole where the floor had been. The muck of decades was removed – everyone who had workedContinue reading “Chaos as a way of life. Part 3.”