It has to be said that it was old Garl Furtling who set me off with this particular train of thought. He has produced some wonderful paintings, for forty years young ladies almost fought to be painted by him; indeed I think he painted every leading lady from every theatrical performance in the city over … More Growing old disgracefully and still life.
The Pillared Court in Port Naain is one of our lesser known architectural beauties. It forms part of the building that houses the Council of Sinecurists, the wealthy and philanthropic men and women who aspire to govern the city. Obviously they need time away from the Council Chamber to ponder matters of weight. Equally … More Whisper it softly
To the west of Port Naain, the cliffs curve round to the north above Nightbell point. The cliff tops are quite popular as a picnic destination in summer, but personally I feel that the place really has to be seen in autumn as the gales roll in from the ocean and the great breakers smash … More A long drop and a short philosopher
Shadon Ramscrake is, as I’ve mentioned before, a mediocre poet. Still, to be fair to him, he does try. He would sit in his garret, scrawling his mediocre poems in the dim (perhaps even mediocre) light produced by a low quality candle. In fact it wasn’t even a proper candle. He made his own … More The Criminal endeavours of Shadon Ramscrake
I have previously mentioned Gisset, clerk of works to Tildus Thallawell. I would rate him as perhaps the best organised man in Port Naain. But occasionally even he needs the help only a poet can give him. His problem started with the Wibblethrone statues. These adorned the front of the Wibblethrone family’s rather grand villa. … More Sometimes one has to cheat
Tallis Steelyard 