MaV-Eric & Co.
Comic stories featuring a person who may or may not be Eric Priezkalns, his irrepressible clone MaV-Eric, his innumerable other clones, the well-connected Prince Karl Zeis of Delfthia, and ruthless misanthrope and marketeer Claire Perkins.
Things have been going from bad to worse, here at chez nous. My local wine merchant has refused to send me a case of the 1997 Chapeau-de-neuf-plonk, citing my previous unpaid bills! I am now reduced to drinking the inferior […]
2012 has been an annus horribilis around chez nous. Unable to secure a grant for any of my research projects, and harangued by my wine merchant over the subject of unpaid bills, I was forced to grovel to the Dean […]
At last, I received some good news from the University of Berkhamsted. After rejecting my last twelve research proposals in a row, they finally turned the tables and sent me a list of research projects for which they already had […]
Plus ça change… this morning I consulted Samuel Pepys to see what he was thinking about, 350 years ago to the day. It turns out Sam was planning to do his year end accounts, and was worried about whether he […]
This month I had more bad news from the University of Berkhamsted. They flatly rejected my latest research proposal: a study of whether bad news comes in threes. The University was not convinced by my exploratory work, although it conclusively […]
Life, chez nous, is going from bad to worse. The University of Berkhamsted has cancelled my study into the homing instincts of Bradford’s bitter drinkers. Darn those austerity cutbacks. My research plan was cunningly simple. Step one: I lure unsuspecting […]
David Beckham. Prince William. ‘Call me Dave’ Cameron. We fielded our brightest and best, possibly the three smartest guys in England, and almost certainly the nicest. Becks: celeb footballer, top knickers model and one helluva nice guy. Wills: future King, […]
Times are hard. Really hard. I lost my chauffeur; apparently he can make more money back in his old job as Head of Obstetrics at Kraków General Infirmary. My housekeeper murmurs about never having time to work on her Uzbek […]
I was caught between a matinee and a dinner date, milling around the backstreets of London. My desultory early evening meandered like my walk until sharply interrupted by the crack of thunder and the most severe of rain showers. With […]
Regular readers of Halfthoughts will already know I receive letters from Prince Karl Zeis, of the deposed Royal Family of Delfthia. For those you unfamiliar with this tiny but proud nation, it lies midway between Macedonia and Bulgaria, and its […]