Sometimes I read too many Golden Age mystery novels and start writing them myself. And whoops, I did it again! In Scotland. Setting: Hamish MacHaggis’s estate in Glencambell, in the Highlands. Occasion: a house party. Guests are Lord and Lady Scrymshawe, a...
Okay, it’s not easy to imagine Lewis Carroll pitching the Alice books to literary agents, but let’s not let that stop us!
I’ve written about spam before, but the stuff continues to exert a strange fascination over me. My most recent crop – no, you wouldn’t have a crop of spam, would you – my most recent cans of spam contained items that seemed to be struggling to become a novel, taking...
“Your cat may be even smarter than you think” read a rather alarming headline on the Hill's pet food website. Only up to a point, dudes. Stringing me along Luna looked at me indifferently as I dangled a string in front of her. “Come on, girl,” I urged. “Let's play...
Don't look now, but the fields of the British Isles are up to something. It seems that the UK has gained two million people in the past 10 years and lacks sufficient places to put them. Therefore, the Planning Minister has suggested that flats and houses be built on...
"Please," I hear you crying, "I don't want to remodel a bathroom! Don't make me!" No, wait. Maybe that's me. So here's your escape clause: don't buy a house. Lots of people are lifelong tenants, even in countries that use phrases like "pride of ownership." In exchange...