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Mark Hughes, Mr Non-Corporate: “Friends call me Markie, but not at work, it’s always Hughes. What do you expect in Planet Corporate? – They are the Devils’ own Angel. With none of the whipped cream. Or indeed the whipping.” Part of Markie’s story is told in The Boonie, but he is also the joker behind The Two-Day Pass, Dressing Up, Very Bad, Shuttlecock, Dolphin, The Hands in Search of Meaning, and To Catch a Thief.
Jerry was indeed a handsome man, and not only that, he had whiff of rakish class about him. The devil-may-care smile, the mop of unruly but not untidy hair, the loafers and the tailor-made blazer with the funky silk lining. He was working his way through a whisky at the bar while wryly batting away …
Revenge, they say, is a dish best served chilled. If that is the case, our Antipodean Cousins have a peculiar way of serving it up, especially where cricket and a picnic is concerned. Mark Hughes, known to friends and colleagues alike as Markie, had not played cricket since the under fifteens when he decided to …
“I’ve only got two days so we should get going,” said Ric. “What bar should we go to?” Rav smiled. “You don’t need to go to bars anymore,” he said. “What? You’re messing with me, right?” “Well, you can. But you don’t need to.” “What do you mean I don’t need to? How else am …
It was unrequited love. She was a large woman, and he had a thing about large women, but Lola wasn’t interested. “Don’t be silly, Phil. You’ll get over it!” No matter how hard he protested, she would not take him seriously. She was quite happy to go drinking with him, or even out to the …
Jerry believed this about himself: he would always be in debt to the powers-that-be but in credit with the opposite sex. He was indeed a good-looking fellow, and not only that, he had whiff of rakish class about him. The devil-may-care smile, the mop of unruly but not untidy hair, the loafers and the tailor-made …
For a Thai boy of nineteen years, Nakharin had what many would consider a prize job. He was a masseur at one of the few five-star hotels on the beach. He could have easily been a masseur at a four-star hotel but the five-star clientele were nicer to him and gave such excellent tips. Nakharin …
At the far end of the pool he pressed his foot against the pump and lay back looking up at the strip lights. In one movement he twisted and turned and swam up to the top end of the pool where he lay on his front. He was still enjoying the vigours of the massage, …
Nadine and Charles used to play a game of mixed doubles with Samantha and James every Saturday afternoon. The game was always competitive in a healthy way. James and Charles both worked for the same city firm. Just recently James had received a bonus for a deal cut in the teeth of the 2008 crisis. …
Every few days it would happen. Jimmy would buy his lunch from the café, put it in the fridge in the kitchen at work and come back at lunchtime to find that one half of his sandwich was missing. Not his crisps, his drink or even the odd apple – just his sandwich. He had …
Simon had done very well at the firm. He had worked his way up with a quiet determination. Not too flashy, just enough steel, plenty of charm when needed. Simon loved this version of himself. Indeed, every morning when he looked at himself in the full-length mirror, he loved himself even more. Sure, he occasionally …