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A Nice Cup Of Tea And A Book: Risk

I haven’t done one of these for a couple of weeks so I thought I’d make it extra special. This is not just A Nice Cup Of Tea And A Book, this is A Nice Cup Of Tea And A Lovely Scone With Some Jam And a Book
The scone: Fruit.  The jam: Strawberry.
The book: Risk: [...]

Short Story: Original Sin

My short story, Original Sin has been published on Metazen and is currently available to read.
I’d like it if you could take a look.
You can read it here.
If you like short/flash stories, you should definitely subscribe to Metazen as there’s always lots of consistently good stuff there.
I’m off to find a corner in which to curl [...]

Gandhi Goes To The Naughty Corner

My daughter, who is now five and a half (definitely not five), has discovered non-violent protest.
When she’s aggrieved about something – or possibly just stropy – she now walks really, really slowly. And, clever girl that she is, she tends to engage in this disruptive behaviour when we need to actually go somewhere – generally [...]

A Nice Cup Of Tea And A Book: 1980

OK, so I lied.  I said I’d need a break between 1977 and this, David Peace’s 1980.
It seems I didn’t.
I tried to take a break.  I started two other books and gave up a dozen pages in.  They were too light.  My brain had grown accustomed to the distressing world of Peace’s Yorkshire and was [...]

Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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