comedy
8.30 Walter Flood checked his face in the mirror. It was the same face in the same mirror he’d looked at these past forty-nine years. He gave his head the once over. His hair was of a bizarre design, not that he would have said so after all he combed it that way. It was …
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Millie Mead had an air of significant superiority about her. Sat before her was a woman of middle years, a tourist to the village of Fekenham Swarberry, who had ventured forth from Tadworth, Surrey seeking the rustic tranquillity that graced the oft-overlooked Dorset quietude. Millie’s joy at having a captive audience, one with whom she could …
Dear Human Resources Manager: I am applying for the position of President of the United States. Please find attached my resume. I’ve seen this ad running for several months now and I conclude that you have been unsuccessful in locating a suitable candidate. I believe I have the skills, experience and sheer ruthlessness to be …
With a good dose of acidity, Ali dissects Vanessa Van Edward’s Huff Post article entitled ‘the art of great conversation’ and offers an alternative perspective.
Edwin was sitting on the edge of Bronwyn’s desk, explaining bell bottoms. ‘You see Bronwyn, bell bottoms were a radical identity label. They were associated with ‘the workers’ or ‘the common man’. Only later did they present ‘radical chic’ or hip style worn by the trendy middle classes and even members of the elite. …
a drum diva goes ballistic at the sight of an amateur taking her place on stage
Outside a fine drizzle was coating plant, tree, grass and kerbside. Inside the Frog and Radiator, a fire burned warm and bright taking the chill out of the bone. The house was heaving as per usual with villagers, out of towners and even the odd tourist gathered within. Being odd was de rigeur in Fekenham. Oddness …
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