Preston Dirges and the Need for Chairs

Preston Dirges and the Need for Chairs

Preston Dirges’ office saga nears its conclusion, with Preston and his colleagues preparing themselves for the final audit meeting. And that means finding enough chairs for everybody to sit on…

Illogic is Free (and Plentiful), in The Guardian

Illogic is Free (and Plentiful), in The Guardian

“Comment is free, but facts are sacred,” wrote C.P. Scott, legendary editor of The Guardian. But what about logic? When it comes to rational argument, writers for The Guardian tend to take too many liberties…

Preston Dirges and the New Day

Preston Dirges and the New Day

The last episode of Preston Dirge’s office saga featured Tina, working on her comic, drawing her alter ego as she battles her demons. Now events return to Preston, and to Valerie, who is dreading the morning after the night before…

Preston Dirges and the Hero’s Secret

Preston Dirges and the Hero’s Secret

In the previous installment of Preston Dirge’s office saga, he revealed that he is a father – to a drunk and sleeping Valerie. Now we move on to the next day at work, and Tina, who arrives early…

Primeminister Complains to God Over Middle East Policy

Primeminister Complains to God Over Middle East Policy

Last week, the Bishop of Leeds sent a letter to David Cameron, complaining about some of his policies toward the Middle East. That made me think about who the British Primeminister should lobby, when he is dissatisfied with the strategy pursued in the Middle East…

Suicide: A Genuine Epidemic of Violence

Suicide: A Genuine Epidemic of Violence

Our society exaggerates the threat of violence, whilst ignoring the violence that people inflict on themselves. Suicide is an epidemic, and it disproportionately kills men. Here are the stats that prove it, and a call to abandon our passive tolerance of the quietest killer, in favour of active political engagement.

Stories & Skits

Preston Dirges and the Need for Chairs

Preston Dirges and the Need for Chairs

Preston Dirges’ office saga nears its conclusion, with Preston and his colleagues preparing themselves for the final audit meeting. And that means finding enough chairs for everybody to sit on…

Poems

The Long Song

The Long Song

I sing to myself,
When nobody’s listening.
I sing of my hopes and my fears and of dreams and escapes and of planets unknown and of people I’m missing…

Audio

A Visit from St. Away

‘Twas the day before Christmas, and all round the flat, Not a creature was present, not even the cat. Most were out shopping, loading bags full of crap; There was no time for lazing, nor having a nap. The children [...]