Monthly Archives: May 2013
Seeking an armadillo cure, we bring no guns but find a Trigger
Seven in the morning and it’s twilight in the Sunrise café. The curtains are still drawn on the city of Dripping Springs, Texas. City? Population 3000? Whatever. ‘It’s an old building,’ says our waitress, terser than you’d expect. She’s probably … Continue reading
In which Thelma and Louise drink wine – and have a sobering evening
‘Hey, Louise, we need to find us a cliff.’ That’s my sister-in-law, Thelma. Not her real name. But it kinda suits her. Elvis the cat bats his tail against the floor. It’s his real name and he recognises it. He’s a … Continue reading
Oh dear. Someone’s been reading my blog. Was it you?
Dear People-who-have-followed-me-since-I-was-Freshly-Pressed, I don’t know if it’s the done thing to send you a letter, but does that matter? After all, I don’t exist, do I? If anyone can get away with it I can. So … Thank you. Thank … Continue reading
Weeping angels and speaking hearts
Since the age of eight I’ve been a fan of Doctor Who, a children’s TV programme in which an anonymous Doctor (who?) travels through time and space, battling evil. The Doctor’s also a Time Lord, which means he ‘regenerates’ rather … Continue reading
The lip pencil of invisibility. And a grown-up woman’s request for JK Rowling.
Are you fraying round the edges? I’m not too bad, but then I never smoked – not much, anyway. I did buy two packets of Gitanes when I was at university so I could stick the packets on my wall. … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 