“Catch” My dim witted brother Jason lobbed me a ball as I walked through the door of our seedy third floor office. I yelped, caught it, recognised it as a hand grenade from the various war Sally, who was on her way out of the ladies, caught it in one...
Lire la suiteChapter 1 The Big mistake On the morning the story really begins in earnest an icy wind was blowing in from Siberia, or Norfolk, (Global warming phobia hadn’t yet struck, at that time we were still panicking about an immanent ice age), and the city cowered...
Lire la suitePREFACE Reflections, or more correctly, where did I fuck up? Like all innocent men, thrown into prison on a murder charge, all I could do was protest my innocence and feel horribly slighted and unappreciated when nobody listened.. Might have helped of...
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