A Perfect Spy

We are born, we get married, we divorce, we die. But somewhere along the way, if we get the chance, we should also stand Liberal Candidate for the ancient fishing and weaving constituency of Gulworth North situated in the remoter fens of East Anglia in the unlit post war years before television replaced the Temperance […]


It is accounted, that after he took his shoes off, in reverence, that he hedged himself about with excuses on why he should not go. Could you have a sparkling conversation with such a Fire? Or would It burn all away, and leave you, too, with nothing but the bone? “For the bush that Moses […]