But did it sell?

I confess that I perhaps didn’t take Tedan Millthrop as seriously as I should have. He claimed to be a poet, which is fair enough. After all, all sorts of people claim to be poets. Between ourselves I feel the bar is set a little low. It seems that anybody capable of writing, and is … More But did it sell?

One for the birds

This tale was recounted to me by somebody who knew Maljie in her early years. Such people are few and far between nowadays and tend not to wax garrulous on her past. Still, it is possible, in the right conditions, to elicit stories worthy of recording. Ballinforth Wheelturner was a few weeks younger than Maljie … More One for the birds

Put that in your pipe and smoke it, although you probably shouldn’t.

To be fair, in retrospect it is almost certainly all the fault of the Grand Archdeacon, (Acting) (Temporary). After all he was the one who led the official visitation. This is the sort of nerve-racking event which puts temple wardens on their mettle and has incumbents spending the week at one of the nicer retreat … More Put that in your pipe and smoke it, although you probably shouldn’t.

An ode to outrage

I was talking to Laxey, the sub-Hierodeacon and he mentioned the sad case of the Theological Envoy. The role, of modest importance within the various temples and shrines, is normally taken by one who thrusts themselves forward to take on the task. The individual so chosen may, if they wish, travel from one holy place … More An ode to outrage

Ship your oars

There are those who claim, not unreasonably, that usurers and those in their employ are persons sunk deep in perpetual misery. Indeed I confess there are times when I wonder if they are not trapped in a world of piles and perpetual constipation. Yet do not let appearances deceive you. I assure you that on … More Ship your oars