Roger Haydon

You’re hiding, escaping the defining judgement of the People. Here, in this gloomy corner, you’re finally impaled on the spike of the vengeance you pleaded for. What would your poor dead Daddy have said?   ‘Son, you ain’t nothing but a born loser.’ That’s what he would have said.   You’re sitting on a pale […]

You’re right, I guess I should know better than to be out here tonight with the other folks on this Christmas Eve. Me, part of a vigilante gang of all things? Maybe I’m getting old and cranky but sometimes stuff happens and you ain’t given no choice. A man’s gotta be a man and go

Today:   Barbara will make a full English breakfast for Barry. He has an immensely important conference to attend with a long drive to get there.   Barry will eat the breakfast, give Barbara a peck on the cheek after he has brushed his teeth and say ‘See you tonight darling, all being well.’ and

‘So, how about a game, a fight to the death then?’ says Edward. ‘I’m up for that.’ Valentina’s eyes narrow. ‘I’m so up for that, I thought you’d never ask.’ Angry, purple-hued dusk displaces daylight and rain machine guns the window in the sweat of mid-summer heat. Lightning arcs crackle in the clouds and strike

Hello you. I thought I was asleep. No, I was asleep, I’m certain. I’m sure I felt your body rise, leave the bed, you padded across the floor in the pitch darkness. I was exhausted from the journey and the icy cold, didn’t want to wake up, so I rolled over, hugged the pillow, tried

We’re waiting, the three of us. The grey stick of willow, saliva wet and well chewed is thrown afar and returned to us again by Colin. Head cocked, tongue lolling and tail flapping, he looks out for us and keeps us entertained while we sit through the warm spring afternoon into early evening. Jack’s pigeons

TantricSexGoddess Monopoly. Bah! Hate it. My family insists, actually my Dad, same every effing year. General madness. No laughter AT ALL, deadly. * PutinsPoodle Monopoly double bah. Give it all away, go to Jail, spend £200 each time to escape and do it again. Collaborate and go bankrupt. Be socialist. * LordOfTheManner Scrabble is the