A Mountain Out Of A Molehill
I HAD THE most embarrassing experience once. You might think I am making a mountain out of a molehill, but, at the time I felt I was teetering on the edge of the Grand Canyon. […]
Category: Writers
The Ballad of Juan Kerr
When I woke up one morning my girlfriend, she had gone. Well, if I was really honest I never did have one. But if I did have one she’d be bound to up and go: […]
Doctor Foster steps into a muddle
SCENE: DOCTOR’S SURGERY [DOCTOR FOSTER IS ATTENDING TO LITTLE JACK HORNER] Dr Foster: Well, Master Horner, I hope that’s the last time you stick your thumb where it’s not wanted. Just rub this in twice […]
A cartoonist writes . . .
Is cartooning viewed as a ‘folk art’ along with macramé, pottery and morris dancing? AS A CARTOONIST I am often asked, “Why don’t you bugger off?” This is usually from prospective clients. One receives the […]
Woody Allen’s prose
WOODY ALLEN’S fame for extracting humour from the serious side of life is well-known. And in many of his films, humour is noticeably absent as he mines the darkest recesses of the human psyche and […]
Nightmare at Macy’s
YOU’RE WALKING DOWN a crowded street and to your horror, you notice the people looking at you and laughing. They’re pointing at your nether regions and when you look down, you notice that you are […]
The difference between Brits and Yanks
1) You say tomato 2) We say tomato 3) We clap politely and might, if extremely excited, mutter ‘Bravo!’ 4) You whoop and holler and let loose with your Smith and Wesson six shooters 5) […]
Leaving The Hobbit Hole
Arrggh! That passive-aggressive we so lovingly call the Sun has wormed its way through my blinds. I covered my head with a pillow, but that didn’t work. The damage is done. I am awake and […]
Michelangelo – The Missing Years
Hello! I’m back! I thought I’d let a suitable hiatus intervene after my recent epic daily postings of the Eric Preet Serial. This whimsical article was inspired when an airbrush illustrator friend of mine told […]
Eric Preet’s Week of Sins: Sunday
AND, INDEED, I was. Brenda was relentless. The next day was Sunday and she was still hard at it, or, rather, me. If I had been hoping to commit the seventh deadly sin of sloth, […]