Chester Himes

“I don’t want no niggers on this lot.” – Jack L. Warner You would think such racist views as expressed by the head of Warner Brothers in the 1940’s and 1950’s would have radically changed by the 21st century. You would have thought that racism was indeed a thing of the past. Recently, Don Cheadle made a film called ‘Miles Ahead’ featuring the life of musician Miles Davis. … Continue reading Chester Himes

Village Tales – Romance In Feckenham

The sun fell brittle and chill upon Upper Leafy Lane, where a silver lick of rain coated the grass and hedgerows. The sky was washed porcelain blue and floated like a pale dream above Fekenham’s fair head. The birds were silent now, as though waiting expectantly for something momentous to arrive. Autumn was just around the corner and nature was getting out her gowns for … Continue reading Village Tales – Romance In Feckenham



 First Movement  The street lights from outside my window float fuzzy and indistinct; blobs that glow suspended from a mournful midnight. There are no stars, there is no moon there is only the flat, black, impenetrable dark of the night sky. It is a stark, blank canvas; remote and desperate, it is a heaven devoid of God. The sky feels like a suffocating blanket that … Continue reading Nachtmusik

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Frances Vernon

2015 saw the one hundred and twenty-fifth year since the birth of H. P. Lovecraft, an author whose posthumous rise to fame has been a staggering achievement. Unrecognised, in his own lifetime he is now lauded as one of the most significant writers in his genre of choice – horror. If not the, greatest of all gothic writers then one of. His fame is complete. … Continue reading Frances Vernon

The Easter Uprising

The Easter Uprising

I remember it still, Granddad on mandolin, Nana on piano, my aunts,uncles, my cousins and my parents gathered round for a Cockney Ceilidh. This was in Upminster Road near to Hornchurch. It would have been the late fifties, early sixties. The songs were formed of those two peoples. Of Eastenders and the Irish. Rousing verses of ‘Knee’s Up Mother Brown,’ (that is Muvver to the … Continue reading The Easter Uprising

The Village Tales of Feckenham Swarberry

The Village Tales Of Fekenham Swarberry

Desires and Designs – The Morning After  Verity woke with the sun slanting through her curtains, the sharp summer sun casting bright shapes across the walls. Verity was warm and comfortable in her bed. She felt an unbelievable sense of satisfaction and looked to her left to make sure it hadn’t all been a dream. Ralph Ramhard lay beside her. His eyes shut, his large … Continue reading The Village Tales Of Fekenham Swarberry

The Jesus Dynasty

The Jesus Dynasty – The Hidden History of Jesus by James D Tabor

James Tabor’s natural enthusiasm for this subject, the historical Jesus and his extended family is beguiling but also sadly baffling. Professor Tabor is a recognised authority on things biblical but his sheer exuberance tends to overwhelm the point he is trying to make. As a devout agnostic, one who deplores the sorry weight of organised religion that still plagues the education of the young with its … Continue reading The Jesus Dynasty – The Hidden History of Jesus by James D Tabor

On Staying In Europe

On Staying In Europe

In the sanitised sanctuary of the living room, with keyboard pressed against his thighs, the politically retardant evergreen witters on about democracy, about Europe and all manner of things his limited view, given him by the political classes via their controlled spectrum of events, allows him to debate. He proudly divests himself of any intellectual credibility by espousing the concept of having a democracy. Like … Continue reading On Staying In Europe

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The Village Tales of Fekenham Swarberry – Windy Willow Avenue

Seamus Fliphook had been noticeable by his absence. Apart from a letter sent to Verity Lambush with rather ambiguous content which made vague mention of knowing something that no one else in Fekenham did the odious man had seemed to have departed. News of Rupert Snatch-Kiss had grown cold and even though rumours spread as they always do very little was heard of the man. … Continue reading The Village Tales of Fekenham Swarberry – Windy Willow Avenue