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A Little Bit of Chelsea in Essex One summer Laura went on a budget holiday to Spain with her girlfriend, June. As soon as they left Essex, they started drinking with some Chelsea boys in the airport bar and nearly missed the plane. The holiday was a real lark. June found a Chelsea shirt to …
Jamal and Raif lugged the huge item back to the shop. “What in heaven’s name have you got there?” asked their father. “A giant teapot!” they exclaimed proudly. “Why?” said their father. “We had to buy it – it is so cool!” answered Jamal. “Oh really?” said his father. “How much?” “Um -” “HOW much?” …
Writers’ conferences always brought out the most bookish of folk, reflected Axel. Then he bumped into Lulu. They chatted genially about Gunter Grass and blogging, Georg Pabst and, funnily enough, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, when she dropped the unexpected. “Thing is, my father was a donor. I was brought up by two women.” A throw-away line, …
There is something about reaching the end of the year and knowing that Christmas is around the corner that leads to a maelstrom of emotional reaction. There is an overwhelming urge to ensure that the elements that are conjured from a mainly half-forgotten childhood be recreated and then the driving psychopathic urge to share it …
In a country village, Christmas has its own unique set of traditions. The businesses that surround the village also have theirs, none more enlivening than the office Christmas party when indiscretions are many, and certain ladies and gentlemen become too far hearty even for themselves. Samantha Ridley considered herself a stalwart of the village, but …
There once was a waiting room with three people in it. One was a middle-aged woman, who was sitting by the door, handbag on her lap. She wore a pair of gloves that she was loath to take off in case she handled something unclean and revealed the liver spots on the back of her …
As people said good night and Happy Christmas, David realised the moment he dreaded had come. He had to leave the office and drive on his own to an empty house on Christmas Eve. In his forty-five years on planet Zog he’d never had a Christmas on his own. His parents departed. The kids with …
Jesus was a nervous boy. He also hated Christmas, because it meant birthday. And every year was one year closer. Jesus tapped at the door. He was late. When the door swung open, the party was clearly in full swing. “Come on in! Who are you anyway? Oh, Jesus. Great outfit by the way.” His …
In Homage to Kenneth Grahame[1] Christmas Eve Toad, as so often, was in an excited mood, as he prepared to put out his stocking when he could not find the hammer, which he thought he’d put away in the left-hand kitchen drawer. His search went high and low – though not as far as the …
She had nowhere to go. Nothing to eat but a sausage roll and several cups of weak coffee from a vending machine. To make matters worse, her leg still hurt where she’d been kicked by a bovver kid on Aggro Row. – Jill was right on the edge staring at the abyss; when she saw …