No SERIOUS Crimes by Ian Copestick

When I used to drink, I mean back When I used to REALLY drink one Of the things that I hated the most Was when the neighbours would Call the police. There’s nothing surer To ruin a buzz than the fucking police Suddenly arriving to stick their nosy Snouts into your business. I could Never…

Recommended Reads: Nolan, Gadsby.

Black Moss by David Nolan. In 1990, Manchester radio journalist Danny Johnston looks into the murder of a child while the eyes of the world are on the Strangeways prison riot. More than a quarter of a century later, he again takes up the investigation.  Black Moss is gripping, fast paced, moving, authentic, and funny,…

God, Those Days by Ian Copestick

I’ve just walked past a kid, playing in the Street. Running madly around with a Look of pure determination on his Face. As he rushed past me I heard Him making whooshing  noises. I Don’t know if they were gun noises, Bomb blasts or whatever. It just Brought it all back, a child’s imagination. I…

Olde England by Ian Copestick

It’s a gorgeous summer afternoon The park is filled with dogs and the people Walking them. There’s not a cloud To be seen in the big, blue sky and There’s not a breath of a breeze to be felt. On the horizon is a high church steeple And if it wasn’t for the modern houses…

Hollow Love by Paul Matts

This happened once before. When we children, I was with Leah when she had her first attack. Of amnesia. At a beautiful beach in Dorset. She couldn’t remember who her Mum and Dad were for an afternoon. It was scary. One minute we were eating ice creams on the promenade wall, the next she was…

I Thought I’d Try by Ian Copestick

I’m trying to remember when it first was That I thought I’d try to be a writer I vaguely recall, at about 15, under The spell of Jack Kerouac, I dug out My mum’s portable typewriter and tried To write my first novel. As I had no Experience of life, either on the road Or…

Short Story in a Song— The Kinks’ “Picture Book” by S W Lauden

After countless thousands of hours spent thinking about rock and roll, I’ve decided The Kinks are the common denominator for most of my favorite music. Something Else by The Kinks (1967) was a go-to for years, but in the past decade I’ve spent more time with their misunderstood 1968 masterpiece The Kinks Are The Village…

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TRUE BRIT GRIT. Edited by Paul D. Brazill and Luca Veste. Introduction by Maxim Jakubowski. The Line Up: 1. Two Fingers of Noir by Alan Griffiths 2. Eat Shit by Tony Black 3. Baby Face And Irn Bru by Allan Guthrie 4. Pretty Hot T’Ing by Adrian Magson 5. Black Betty by Sheila Quigley 6….

Can House by Maxy Neil Bianco

‘In a broken old port town stranded deep up north, a strange, magical, shrine-like building has appeared. in a neighbourhood falling into such profound decline that the street lights have been switched off and many houses have been boarded up waiting for new development that may never come, one particular pebble dashed council house has…

Poetry: The Unexpected Sun by Ian Copestick

It’s nights like this when you really feel Glad to be alive. The blistering heat of the day Has given way to a gorgeous, warm, tender Evening. The sky is still a pale, cloudless Blue, but you can sense that a beautiful Sunset is on the way. As I walk with my dog People are…