‘Mr Winvoe?’ he said, after whistling into it. ‘Ah. Good. Tell me, how much do we have in our vaults at the moment? Oh, approximately. To the nearest million, say.’ He held the tube away from his ear for a…
Category: Fiction
O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have books for good manners: I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the…
Good Omens’ Crowley & Aziraphale’s New Years Resolutions
On the plus side of the news, Anne Rice will never again write another vampire novel. On the minus side, she doesn’t appear to have abandoned the notion of people you can kill and then they’ll be back a couple…
Lonecat bought a copy of Half Blood Prince on the day it was released. I bought a pile of Sharpe books. She read it, then read a bit of Phoenix, then read Prince again. Last night, she loaned me her…
The bone-chilling scream split the warm summer night in two, the first half being before the scream when it was fairly balmy and calm and pleasant, the second half still balmy and quite pleasant for those who hadn’t heard the…
Every so often I recommend people, when they don’t have anything to do, or want something to read, to go browse the archives of Intertext for a while. I’ve been reading it for several years now, and it’s been consistantly…
So, today I took time out of my busy schedule to go buy tea. Actually, I wasn’t getting any work done, really. I’m having a small concentration problem since we entered testing, in that the stuff I’m currently working on…