After the Cup

After the Cup

Now, about those horses. Was Green Moon really a dark horse or did I just back the wrong horse when I put my shirt on the favourite which came, well . . . it didn’t really, did it? After all, I got my advice straight from the horse’s mouth – yours...
Excuses! Excuses!

Excuses! Excuses!

Of course, I did try to get some writing done this week. I started early on Tuesday morning, turned on my computer – at least that’s what I intended – only to discover the power was off. Won’t be long I said and started scribbling a few notes....
Silence in the Night

Silence in the Night

I wake from slumbers: dreamscapes, warmth. It is silent. Almost. Darkness absorbs me with soft gentleness; I feel its surrounding blackness: it is near, but distant; warm, yet cold; strong, but weak; strange, but familiar. The Silence whispers, uncertainly; soft...
Le Tour

Le Tour

The snake slithers gracefully downhill, its sinuous tail curling through countless hairpin bends; its increasing speed exhilarating the freewheeling, braking, pedalling riders. Each one determined and passionate, their faces etched with excitement; then agony, sinews...
Future Visions

Future Visions

43 AD Southern Britain Marcus: How long have we been in this wild, god-forsaken country, Sextus? Seems like years but my reckoning says it’s only three or four months. Sextus: You probably work things out more carefully than I do, Marcus. Tribune officer rank...
A Passionate Interest

A Passionate Interest

I got up early on the morning of July 12th; about 4.15, much as I had on most mornings for the past month. It was the World Cup Final between Holland and Spain. As a football fanatic I was excited. This was the last of the 64 matches in this year’s tournament,...