Month: October 2005

I hit twenty-six last week and, suddenly, I feel old. Really, old, depressed and tired. “My skin’s losing its texture, I’m putting on weight”; the complaints are real, but the motivation behind them is a maudlin introspection. All the usual complaints of middle age stem from a fear of death, or at least a fear […]

I post up my short fiction on this blog here. It’s been a long time since I wrote any, so I’ve bunged a piece up this morning. Perhaps I should migrate to WordPress and take all these feeds and make a proper website…?

“What is…” the landlord pauses for dramatic effect and the pub catches its breath “…the capital of Tashkent?” There’s a furious rustling and whispering around the pub, a medley of “I know this” and “isn’t it?” The barman is polishing glasses and serving the lean-to regulars, all wannabe salty dogs well on the way to […]

Mr. Praline: I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it, my lad. ‘E’s dead, that’s what’s wrong with it! Owner: No, no, ‘e’s uh,…he’s resting. Nothing to do with Avian Flu. Mr. Praline: Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I’m looking at one right now. Owner: No no he’s not […]

Philip K Dick’s The Man in the High Castle was the first of a genre, and still one of the most unassuming and best; the conditional history book, the speculative historical fiction. Dick’s question was “what if the Germans and Japanese had won the war?” and he played it out with the Japanese and Germans […]