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Sean Scully, Watford and Stoke City

Title for a short story? Possibly not. An odd trio, perhaps, but not in this world: Old Stokie requested a picture of a painting by his favourite artist and as I was image searching for the perfect one I just … Continue reading

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The pre-match

This possé belong to Old Stokie; imagine being them, having an experience of the world that says: Stoke City get to FA Cup semi finals and marmalise the opposition. Their lives will be so different to ours; their memories will … Continue reading

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Swimming

Was the title of the first short story I ever wrote, which was in response to a task called ‘a sense of place’ which was set in my first year at Art School. That story was partly about a Victorian … Continue reading

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By request

I had an email from a fan today regarding ASLNM. Most unusual. The person asked me would I put this bit up so someone they knew could see it. Even more unusual. Still, I am an obliging authorclient so here … Continue reading

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