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Safe Haven

This piece, “Safe Haven”, is just for me – something fun that has been floating about in my head. Or rather: merciless haunting me from the murky depths. Or rather: waiting for me to dip a toe in the water, so that it can devour me whole and digest me like a sarlacc.

Digital Love

The world is a new place; boundaries and distances are nothing to love and friendships. Every day, we meet and laugh with people ten thousand miles away over coffee, and think nothing of it.

Dalek Seeks Significant Other

… if your existence began on Skaro, you’d have every reason to be feeling pretty hard done by at this time of year. It would be understandable if you were left feeling somewhat disheartened and perhaps even murderous.

Festive FUGU!

The non-traditional Christmas Sea-Meat Treat. Rich in tetrodotoxin!

The Viking Warrior

I left on a rainy afternoon in a small raft, following the Great Southern Tuna migration through the icy Northern seas. I was hoping to catch something worthy of a great sandwich: Tuna, sweet-corn, mayonnaise and chilli flakes. Accompanied with honey mead, this is a kingly meal; but it does require a kingly tuna to make it.

Beware the Christmas Kraken

Early reports this morning warn of a great beast, risen from the icy depths below the north pole. All mariners are warned to use extreme caution and to load all harpoons in preparation.

Painting the Hoard

When in Zack’s house, you had better come correct. And when it comes to the undead, no one comes more correct than Byron.

snowfight!

All I want for Christmas is to sent you this snowball. At velocity.

crash wallpaper

crash

‘crash’ was one of my first scribbles. It is a self portrait, drawn on terrible paper with a terrible pen

for Simon ‘Ray’ Pam

Not five minutes ago while enjoying my moonlit repast, I spied two young lovers ‘neath a grove of poplars. They enjoyed the silvery light of the moon together, she reading tomes unknown while he looked to the heavens and named each glorious light for her.

Forty Five Years

For my parents WJ and EM who celebrate their 45th anniversary this month.

a Little Sister’s Love

We were as thick as thieves, and she looked up to me and followed me no matter what mischief I was up to.