
Friday, 4 March 2022
This was not the face in the doorway

Monday, 28 February 2022
A teenage boy with raging hormones

Thursday, 24 February 2022
Antigone, Iphis, Electra and more

Friday, 11 February 2022
Living through a period when politicians don’t merely lie

Other than a handful of students, that's been the limit of my personal knowledge of Russians.
Monday, 7 February 2022
A cock that could drill a hole through stone?

The story is set in Italy, the Sicilian town of Catania to be precise, and concerns a sensitive young man named Antonio, reckoned by family, friends, and random women to be the epitome of an "Italian stallion". All is not as it seems tho'.
Monday, 17 January 2022
Our pockets not picked in Paris
This is a true story. The events described took place in Paris in 2018 and are narrated by The Man. Sometimes he thinks he's in a Philip Marlowe novel.
It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid August, with the queues not moving and a look of resignation on the face of The Dame. I was wearing my navy-blue long shorts with leg pockets, white polo shirt, black sandals and no socks. I was cool, clean, bearded and sober, and I didn't care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed traveler ought to be. I was crossing the City of Lights.
My lack of imagination?

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