Welcome to the Hotseat of Truth, a device in which a protagonist is trapped. The only way to escape is to answer five searching questions completely honestly or the Hotseat will consume them to ashes! Today’s victim is Tallis Steelyard, the creation of Jim Webster. Tallis is the leading poet of his generation. Married to Shena, he lives … More Protagonist in the Hotseat of Truth – Tallis Steelyard
It has to be admitted that illness had laid Maljie low. It finally forced her to admit that not only was she no longer eighteen, it was most unlikely that she would see thirty-five again. In all candour this rather irritated her. After all, she felt that for a young woman of her age, she … More The anchorite
To be fair, the gentlemen of this society have never referred to it by this name. Initially I think they were called the Dilettantes, until somebody pointed out the full meaning of the term. They were then called the Silvan Connoisseurs. Again there was a hiatus in their nomenclature when it was pointed out to … More The Port Naain gentlemen’s naked swimming society.
The formation of the Port Naain ladies’ naked swimming society was not attended with any real controversy. Admittedly there was some discussion about the apostrophe, and one group of ladies preferred the term ‘undraped,’ feeling it was a little more reserved. The discussion was widened as the ladies discussed the terms, ‘nude’, disrobed,’ and ‘stark … More The Port Naain ladies’ naked swimming society.
I feel that it ill-becomes a chap to take advantage of another person’s illness, but sometimes you just have to stand back and admit that you have witnessed true genius at work. One truly unsurpassed example of this I came upon during Maljie’s illness. I was in the area and wondered about dropping in to … More How ill?
I suppose most of us have read Luton Fawnsgill’s work, ‘And then they all died.’ Indeed if you were at the university at the right time, it would have been your set book. As an aside that is not surprising, indeed there were rumours in both the literary and the student communities that Luton had … More And then they all died
This tale has to be true, I had it from Maljie in person. She was in discursive mood, having been released from her sickbed and allowed outside to frolic winsomely (or otherwise) over strong coffee and ridiculously large pieces of fruitcake. Now it appears that at one point, her brother was proud possessor of … More There will be fireworks