I followed the last passengers down to the door of the aircraft and started talking to the cabin crew while the final checks were being...

Have you ever wanted to kick a child in the arse so hard, that like that cow, he’d fly up over the moon? Well, I was giving it serious...

I strode into the office out of a sudden autumn squall, chewing my way through the last mouthfuls of my bun. Budden bounced up out of...

I had a proper job once. A job that involved the barking of orders, the kicking of arses and of, well, generally getting stuff done,...

0420. Twenty-past four in the morning. Four-twenty a.m. Not even sparrow-fart. Awake. Or am I dreaming I'm awake. The fish pie was tasty...

Syria, early January, out in the Dead Cities; Bara, Sergiopolis, Apamea. The long Cold War of the Classical World had turned hot and the...

'Glad you got off your fizzer Sven'. 'Which one Senior?' 'The "casual sexism" one' 'Oh that one'. 'How did you manage it?' 'I convinced...

I was in the bar with a cocktail and some Hounslow tapas when Blunt Dave dropped a newspaper on my pint of light and bitter spilling my...

'Boing. Boiing. Boiiing. Boiiing'. You can be quite expressive with a 20' perspex ruler, bouncing it on the edge of your desk at...

I may have mentioned that I was born into, grew up in, worked, and grew old in the aviation business and have been lucky to have...

I'd had a pleasant afternoon of tea and hash with the Sufis of Damascus talking quantum mechanics and the unfixed nature of history, but...

'The island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy,...

Far, far from the swagger of Monument Valley; far from the abstract patterns of Bryce, far from the twisted tortured sculptures of Zion...

F. Scott Fitzgerald famously said that the rich are different to you and me, but he may as well have been talking about the famous when...

I was born in that terrible year of nineteen-sixty-two after the build up to nuclear Armageddon, when my parents’ generation had decided...

Back in those days of youth and vigour, when you could feel the earth tremble beneath your feet, I was a Dispatcher. To some, a giant...

I walk in out of the rain and shake myself like a dog in the porch before striding into the office flexing my hand and grimacing in pain...

Picture a film's opening credits, the panoramic birds-eye aerial sweep of a blisteringly hot late autumn day, with the sun beating out in...