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Blowin’ Free

Well now, as it happens today sees the first day of Little Frigging’s Annual Village Free Fondle Week. All the denizens of Little Frigging have decked themselves out in their traditional free-fondling outfits and fondling mittens, and we have all been furiously polishing our sex spatulas in readiness. Of course, these days these traditional rurals

The Prize Winner

Well… there you have it. At least providing you managed to get your application form entered in time. And if you were one of the lucky ones, selected at random to go through to the second stage. And if you completed the assault course in under 15 minutes while carrying the elderly relative in as

The Sentinels

We remembered these skies. It took a long time to get back to them, but we remembered the blueness of their open vistas that spread out to the horizon and the clouds floating free on the winds and breezes. So different to where we’d been. Chorla took me by the hand and led me ups

A Hard Road

It was hard. It was wet. Steve didn’t know what he was doing here, lying on it. It was cold too, against his cheek and against his chest through his soaked shirt. The wetness was seeping through the thicker denim of his jeans too. Steve reached out his arm, trying to find something to grip,s

The Writing Life

It was one of those times. Times when there was nothing to say. But he was a writer, he was not going to let that stop him. There was a page here, waiting to be filled with words. So, he would fill it full of words. It was what he did. Except that… Maybe nots

At the World’s End

I stood on the edge of the world, looking down. There had been stories, of course, myths and legends over the centuries about what lay at the edge of the world. Now I knew none of them were true. Nothing is not much of an answer to all those thousands of years of speculation. Thes

Community Leader

As you may, or may not, know (probably the latter, as I’ve never knowingly mentioned it before) Colonel Fitz-Tightly is the closest Little-Frigging-in-the-Wold has to a so-called community leader. Like all such community leaders, it is a position he himself seems to have elected himself to, without reference to anyone else. Mostly, it seems, thiss

When the Dreams Don’t Let Go

Sometimes the night holds on too tight. The dreams are reluctant to let us go, they hold us there in a world we know is not our own, but we’re unable to find the route back to this world we call real. There have been dreamers lost in the night, even as the long summers

Do I Know You?

There is always time. It flows on like a river, sometimes trickling along in a drought, barely there, barely moving, like those summer days of childhood that lasted weeks. Other times it is a raging flood, the days pouring past with their hours frothing and writhing against each other as they hurtle past. You nevers

Allotment Perversions – A Primer

For those of you who like to make use of your dibber and hoe, there is chance aplenty to get much more out of it by getting involved in allotment perversions. For those that enjoy a courgette, or – in more advanced situations – a marrow, apparently there is nothing quite like taking yourself ins