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Applied Philosophy

There has to be a reason… or, at least, that’s what we tend to think. Don’t we? After all, there is the fact of the kitchen I am standing in, unless Descartes’ demons are playing games with me again… like that time with the shop assistant, the water pistol and the melon. But this iss

Arts Council Grant

I come* hot foot and moist in the groin area from a meeting with our local Arts Council representative, Phyllis Styne. She has – it seems – managed to procure a grant for our village of Little Frigging in the Wold to stage an annual Traditional Rural Perversions Fair under the auspices of the Artss

Woodland Rites

Clutching our sex spanners close to our palpitating chests, we wormed our way through the entangling undergrowth towards the very edge of the clearing. There we waited, tense and trepidatious, as the scene unfolded before us. Of course, the sheep were there, freshly dipped in exotic unguents and resplendent in their various fetish gear, glintings

A Literary Imagination

Another blank page. What was she supposed to do now? This time there was no safety net of an outline. All Glenna could see was that blank whiteness spreading down the page from the end of the sentence where she stood wondering what would happen next. It wasn’t much of a sentence, barely setting outs

It is About Desire

‘It is about desire,’ she said. ‘Ah, desire.’ I replied. ‘Desire and I parted company a long time ago. We are strangers now.’ She knelt up on the low divan, edging closer to me. Her hands carved shapes into the air between us. I saw a vision grow out of the stillness. A faraway places

Rural Sports – The Hunt

Now, indeed. So, here we are then, one lightly-buttered strumpet later and eagerly ready for whatever the rest of this splendid evening can bring. I find there is nothing like an early slight deviation – or kink – for setting off the evening before the full-bloodied orgy begins later in the Little Frigging village hall.s

Turning This Grey World Green

Turning This Grey World Green The snow clouds down on us, a falling sky Now lost beyond itself to leave this home So deep in white. We turn towards what lies Beneath our footsteps trudging deep and slow On through this drifting winter sharp with cold Until the tired days fade away behind The stepss

Only Seventeen… Again

There is no need to be discouraged. Although, the experiments so far have not yielded quite the results we were hoping for, these are still early days. After all, I found the book by accident. I could see the book was far older than its dust jacket and that it was not a copy ofs

It Started with a Bang

‘There is a place to begin a story.’ ‘Is there?’ ‘Yes. And this isn’t it.’ ‘Why not?’ Jerrod glanced around. ‘After all, this is the top of the page.’ Arno sighed. ‘Just because it is the top of the page, that doesn’t mean it is the start of the story.’ ‘Seems a god a places

Bicycle Clips

Today we will discuss the significance of our bespoke bicycle clips as they glitter and glister in the morning sunlight, as Maureen and I – once more – mount our tandem in our seemingly never-ending quest to bring you tales of instruction and stories of edification. You may ask – and I’ll admit it iss