Cludgehammersaga: An excerpt translated from the Old Norse ­ Forth went Thorfinn, mighty Hammer of Cludge With his score of iron-clad warriors – Twenty consignments of canned muscle, Brandishing spears fierce and fire-hardened. They pulled the foam-flecked oars and sang…

On Monday past (10th February) representatives of our writing group had a meeting with other interested parties to discuss our local contributions to the First World War centenary. It was a good positive meeting, ending with expressions of goodwill and…

A collection of sixteen medical manuscripts to edit, plus helping to judge entries in a national short story competition, plus starting to prepare a short story entry for another competition, plus work on the Heritage Lottery Fund application, have kept…

In the blog I wrote last week I drew attention to a can of nice wriggly worms and wondered what would happen when the can was opened. Well, I can tell you what happens: the worms wriggle out and head…