Does it count if there are no marks?


Both suffer during domestic abuse. Picture by Markesia Adjani – Flickr.com

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.”

Writing Mindfully


Writing expressionist novels leads me inevitably to write mindful literature. The technique of exaggerating the observed in order to explore its forces, forces me to create situations in which every human emotion is examined. This includes the fears and loves of the reader. The chapter in The Last Stop where Jack and Maria dispose ofContinue reading “Writing Mindfully”

The 60s


Don’t forget – A Short History of Anxiety, is free to download, from Amazon, next weekend. Most young people view the 60s as a decadent decade of sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll. The only true part is the rock ‘n roll. The music changed everything, because of the dirge that had gone before. TimeContinue reading “The 60s”

Scratching my Head


What fiction authors do! They scratch their head. They do it when they write a plot and when they are finished and revising the plot, and when the revisions are finished and it is to be published and then, finally when it is to be sold. That’s when the scratching really begins! Marketing is theContinue reading “Scratching my Head”

Let life be a game! Gustav Meyrink and Covid


Time to reflect on a monotony of days, repeating a pattern as never before in my lifetime. Here is a bit of unpretentious light verse, to cheer the day. It should be read as quickly as possible. I apologise in advance for any rhymes that offend the modernists,but any creativity is good for the soul.Continue reading “Let life be a game! Gustav Meyrink and Covid”

Berlin Life 3. Gay times reveal our fears. Part 1


Berlin Life Series. The Viktoria-Luise-Platz. Excerpt from my forthcoming Berlin Diary OK – weather is fine. Time for an old man to find out what is going on in the world. Round the corner is, according to the city guide books, the centre of the European gay scene. As a man who has only knowinglyContinue reading “Berlin Life 3. Gay times reveal our fears. Part 1”

Beatles Generation – We still had snow at Christmas but not much cheer.


I have started a myth-busting series of stories, about life in the sixties. There were good things, like snow at Christmas. If I am honest it was only the once where we lived in South London – and plenty of it. I could concur with Dylan Thomas’s description of, ‘pouring out the ground’. I rememberContinue reading “Beatles Generation – We still had snow at Christmas but not much cheer.”

The 60s. Dance Hall Teenage Angst


Dance Hall – A coming of age story. The mirror sphere rotated. It was all my dreams, scattered across walls and ceilings, even the floor, where pretty maids trod on them. Only now, do I realise, their agonies equalled mine. My mate, Bill Prentice said, ‘If you can’t pull off the walls of the CroydonContinue reading “The 60s. Dance Hall Teenage Angst”