Suspicion*

“Still no foil?”  Brother says, opening the oven. “No, sorry, forgot,” I say.  We have run out of aluminium foil and had forgotten all about this fact. Marin Cilic and Viktor Troicki are warming up at Queens.  Brother is making a stir fry.   After supper, we start watching Hitchcock’s Suspicion.  Joan Fontaine – ‘Lina’ – […]

Perfect Day For A Murder*

1.  Start reading A Book.  Not some airport novel to get-my-reading-muscles-working.  No.  A proper book: The Tories: Conservatives And The Nation State 1922 – 1997 by Alan Clark.  And it’s gripping. Already, Bonar Law has complained of feeling ‘mouldy’ and succumbed to oesophageal cancer.  Am feeling mouldy too.  Going to use this one: it’s great. […]

Birthdays For The Dead*

“I’d like the new Peter Ackroyd Hitchcock biography.  Or the new Kate Atkinson.  For my birthday,” I say to my brother.  He’s shaving his head over the sink, with an electric device.  There’s a loud buzzing.  He probably can’t hear me. “What’s that?” He shouts, turning  off the electric shaver, lifting his head up. “You’ve […]