Killing an Arab

King Bill or Bull or Rum or Junk or whatever name the sailors happened to give him. It was around 87 when we got our business going. We started with Dad’s steps and a toolbox purchased from a DIY shop on the woodwork in the Hallam’s conservatory. I knew Paul from school and Dez he …

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A Dealer in Texas

Irresistible… let’s go! Where we goin’? – Westward Ho! Around one hundred fifty years after the famous battle and just a few before George W Bush land-slid into the Governor’s house, Julia visited the Alamo mission. If this fact on its own does not appear germane to the following story, it could be argued that …

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Assignations

“The banker of the tale had an invitation to dinner on the top floor. At the door of the lift someone handed him a mask, whereupon he found himself in a room full of masked dignitaries. Up on a stage, surrounded by tables serving sushi and other delicacies, were two unmasked and naked lap dancers. …

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The Pitch (Black Angel)

“Honestly,” she said with a sigh, “I never could bring myself to meet any of those people… but they were always on the edge of my nightmares.” In a hotel room in the West End, between promotional duties for a project that he had come to dislike with a young up and coming actress who …

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No News, Julia’s News

Meanwhile in the private room of the Dorian Grey, a Hamburg nightclub, she became virtually acquainted with her double First there was no news and then there was Julia’s news. The card of a beached fishing smack was sent from Corfu where she’d met a Birmingham boy called Scott, master of torque settings, and scourge …

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Notes on an Exhibition

Guido, I wish that you and Lupo and IWere carried off by magic 1#2I82-3: Book of Skulls and Bones As a teenager, I bought into the whole business of denim jackets, long hair and air-guitars. My elder brother, Sam, who was, by contrast, a new wave fan, used to take the piss out of my …

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Culture Shock (Or barely breathing)

Why am I always cutting myself? On aspect and tense, Junk Press21 The Doc sat in one of the pews with his hands together; if not in prayer, but by way of imprecation. Then, perhaps out of habit, he crossed himself and stood up. He walked out of the church. He did not meet a …

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The Q-tips

The gambiarras master made a pneumograph to measure Canario’s heartbeat. During the experiment he asked Canario to drink some water and sing. Under the squiggly line made by Canario’s heartbeat he drew arrows: AGUA CANTOU Jimmy had fourth grade piano and several years of choir practice; Renton who I was jealous of used to play …

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The Cook, the Thief, his Wife and

“Nothing but dream, shadow,”declared the boxer. Up by the pagoda, the thief came across a scene involving an old drunk and whore who reminded him perversely of his wife, even if she was never a harridan, or shrew. There was a certain way about the whore, perhaps common to all women in the middle of …

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Scatological Scratch

Over the obdurate face of a woman dressed in the black robes of a widow flowed a sequence of images involving: ground launch missiles, Stalinist propaganda posters, a convoy of tanks rolling through the desert. A mummified figure passed above a massed crowd of flaying and beating breasts; the bandages seemed to come loose over …

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