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Tony was born in Winchester, Hampshire. His father was a businessman, author and publisher of books, and his mother a theatrical actress, giving him a life-long love of books, theatre and story-telling. A graduate of Edinburgh University, Tony has trodden the line between liberal arts and technology through spells in the music industry, television and digital innovation. Apart from his own books, he writes under the aliases F. M. Frites and M. T. Sands.
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 …
In a Roman tavern a woman was observed fondling a man while he boasted of the Nubian slave girls he had seen down at the port… The sailor was also overheard saying: “Nolo cum Murtal. I don’t want to with Murtale.” Later, when the lady of the night went away, the sailor called for a …
Alison and Simon came over the crest of the sand dune and walked down through the gorse bushes towards the beach hut. “It’s too small,” said Alison. “We will have to be creative,” responded Simon. “It’s not much bigger than an airline loo.” “It’s definitely bigger than that.” “But it is so public, everyone will …
Chevalier de Seingult had a saying that an affair consisted of four acts. The first act was like the entrée or solicitation, the second act was like a further hors d’oeuvre in anticipation of the primo and the secondo. Of course, these culinary metaphors were not always appropriate. In the case of Signorina Teresa Imer, …
Astrid and her boyfriend, Pieter lived clearly delineated, almost separate lives in Amsterdam. This was partly due to Pieter’s work as a DJ. Often he was away doing the club circuit; Astrid herself had grown tired of clubs and yearned for more aesthetic things. Be that as it may, Astrid was not unhappy with this …
“Give me chastity and continence, but not yet.” Saint Augustine I think this is a very English concept, but when you read the stories in this chapter, you realise the concept is universal. Full stop. Punto. (Like the car). George says I should write more. But I am not a writer like him, or a …
Eva always used to joke with him. “Who is to be today, sir? Colonel Lawrence or Mr. Shaw?” The hero of Arabia would laugh and say: “Tell T.H. that T.E is here to see him.” “The truth was Mister Hardy always cheered up when Mr. Shaw came to tea. Frankly, so did us domestics.” As …
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 …
That Tiberius had the reputation for unimaginable debauchery and licentiousness was due, in no small part, to his scribe, Lucius. Recalled to Rome from his exile in Capri, after the death of his stepfather, Augustus, who he had always disliked for his moral insincerity, the new emperor was keen to sweep everything under the carpet; …
Elliott did not like to let his mind wonder when he was riding his bike to work, but he could not help thinking he had perhaps been rather indiscreet. Then a taxi swerved in front of him and he was forced to brake sharply. Dammit! He was going to kill himself one of these days. …