Stories and Paintings
A dockside office in Grimsby, 12th March 1999. Two men in tracksuits—one black and one red—stood waiting in the dim moonlight seeping through the window. “This is a bad idea,” said the man in the black tracksuit, in between biting his thumbnail. “We should have run as soon as it happened.” The man in the... Continue Reading →
Five men were killed, and a police officer was wounded during a raid at Immingham Docks last night. The violence erupted as Police Special Forces intercepted a large drug shipment entering on a local fishing vessel. Reports say the boat’s crew immediately opened fire, and police responded with lethal force. No crew members survived the... Continue Reading →
When I was a child I loved going to Mr Herbert's music shop. It was filled with the most wonderful sounds. Saturday mornings I would go with my sister and ask Mr Herbert to show us a new instrument. He would play for us and then let us have a turn. Or he would just... Continue Reading →
It was a hot August night in Osaka. Mossy, myself and the rest of the band were back at the hotel room. Normally after a gig the room would be an orgy of drinking, feasting, dancing, sword fights, amateur dental surgery, impromptu taxidermy and half-naked circus folk, more often than not resulting in the arrest... Continue Reading →
"There's a pirate coming up the stairs," said Daz. "He's got a machine gun! Thirty seconds to contact!" "What are we going to do?" said Andy. "I can't stop a machine gun." Cam snapped his fingers. "Human Voltron," he said. "What?" said Andy. "Well, you can't stop a machine gun. Neither can I." "But together..."... Continue Reading →
Drum was down in the engine room, where the machinery's constant roar drowned out all sound from above deck. As he searched back and forth for the musical equipment, he felt an odd familiarity. In the corner of the room a steel staircase ascended to a small storage room. A large sign adorned the room's... Continue Reading →
The band mates looked at each other in fear. "I don't think you'll be going to the after-party after all," said Burridge solemnly. He called in a mayday and then pressed some more buttons on the desk. "There's a plan for this kind of situation, right?" asked Daz. Burridge stopped. He turned and looked at... Continue Reading →
I took off my shirt and handed it to Vlad to use as a towel. We helped him to his feet and he went into the bathroom to wash the blood off his face. "Whoa, hey!" said Mossy. "Nice ink! When did you get that done?" "When we were in Belgium," I said, turning around... Continue Reading →
The young man murmured and groggily opened his eyes. "Hey mate," Mossy said to him, "take it easy, okay? You've had a knock to the head, but you're going to be all right. Just sit still and try to relax." The young man began to mumble, but we couldn't make out what he was saying.... Continue Reading →
In the middle of the night a chill awoke me. I got out of bed to check if the window was open. As I made my way across the room, in the darkness I bumped into another body. Two cold hands grabbed my waist. "Mossy, wake up,” I said. “You're sleepwalking.” The hands hurriedly loosed... Continue Reading →
