Groomed For Murder*

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” I tell Seb when he calls today. “Oooohhhh what is it my lovely?” Seb says. “Not telling,” I say.  “It’s a good thing that am going to make for you.  If can pull it off, you’ll be impressed and…” “How exciting,” Seb says, sounding animated.  “What’s in it?” “Not […]

An Ice Cream War*

Sitting on bike at gym, staring out of the window at the unbroken blue sky.  Which is nice.  Wearing my fat-burning shorts so am hot: they work by making you sweat more.   Have unpacked most of suitcase.  Washed a load of clothes and so did brother so they are all squashed onto the airer. […]

Have His Carcase

Back on the bike, at the gym, writing this. It’s dark outside. The panther has vanished thankfully and my thoughts run along these tracks: 1. Am I waiting for MediaChap to say “I don’t want you to meet other boys”. For example: have no plans this evening. Have a few boy vultures circling my carcase/ […]