Pieces of Equipment

'If this works, I will send you the equipment back straight away. If it doesn't, you'll get the pieces.' That's what every scientist said as they scrawled their name onto the rental lease with their stolen biro, 'Hope to have it back to you soon.' Holding a notably fragile 1986 resonance spectrometer under their arm, … Continue reading Pieces of Equipment →

Bin Day

'Don't get up, it's Bin Day.' The rattling call of the garbage truck could always be heard some thirty minutes before it swung round onto Ardent St and parked in front of my doorstep. Acute heading and a troublesome back had lent me to the unfortunate rousing of a light-sleeper, and in the forthcoming line … Continue reading Bin Day →

A Letter for the Accountant

'There are very few people on this earth that I would describe as being a mould,' Joseph tutted, removing his glasses, and hunching over his desk with the applied gravity of remembering an unpleasant smell, 'A limpid sort of fellow, quite able to stagnate the air around him. Is fester too harsh a word? Don't … Continue reading A Letter for the Accountant →

The Vampire Beatle

Just a quick note that this contains elements of horror. Ringo Starr is a vampire. I know it sounds crazy, I've gone half-mad just trying to accept It myself, but I saw him last night, I saw him in the pale light of moonless sky, and I believe he was a vampire. I should start … Continue reading The Vampire Beatle →

A New Day

The tiles were cold. In the flicker of straying sunlight, the faint outline of a shirt, half-hung from the open washing machine, appeared to be alike some kind of misshapen beast crawling its way back from the abyss. It was pallid creature of crumpled skin and flannel texture, a voiceless horror without hand nor face: … Continue reading A New Day →