Some people seem to not so much live their lives as to be passengers in them, carried along at the convenience of somebody else. One such person was Madam Jeen Snellflort. Orphaned at a tender age she was made the ward of her great-uncle. This gentleman was a man of immense dignity, absolute propriety, and … More The prime of Madam Jeen Snellflort
It was Harl Bronnen who solved the problem. You see Port Naain can occasionally have a trouble with house fires. How they are tackled depends on the area. If you are in Dilbrook then your household staff rally round, and the neighbours turn up with their servants and pretty soon matters are under control. In … More Heated debate
Oh the joy of the literary festival. Frankly I avoid them like the plague. They tend to involve patrons who should know better demanding that ‘their’ poet entertain their friends in a wet tent. Not only that but everybody is so cold and damp that they stare blankly at you, clasping their wine glass to … More The festival
Normally it’s Shena that gets me caught up in other peoples’ problems. Or, to be more precise, it’s her friends who bring me trouble. In this case however, I lay the entire blame at Mutt’s door. Thinking about it, Mutt’s door is actually ours, so I suspect I’ll get the blame anyway. Still, I was … More A fine vintage
Have you noticed how the easy way to drive some people into a frenzy of indignation is to just sit quietly and relax? It is as if quiet enjoyment is some sort of depraved abomination and anybody indulging in it must be driven back to the paths of righteousness as rapidly as possible. Thus and … More And sometimes I get a chance to just sit!
I realise that in the past I may have been a little scathing about musicians. Indeed I might even have hinted that you can spend more time keeping them sober than it’s worth. To be fair I’ve worked with more than my fair share of musicians whose sole aim appeared to be to debauch the … More Keeping it understated.