And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 17)

Scotland Yard chief, Giuseppe Mellow, was found dead yesterday in an abandoned dance studio in Chelsea. Local breakdance crew leader, William “Groove Wizard” Atkinson (who asked to be named), made the gruesome discovery around 9am. Mellow had sustained injuries including multiple gunshot and knife wounds, third degree burns, partial disembowelment and beheading. Despite an apparent... Continue Reading →

And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 13)

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 →

And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 12)

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 →

And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 7)

A dockside office in Grimsby, England, 1992. “So, you’re the fella Gavin’s been tellin’ me about. Done all that mischief up in Halifax, yeah? How old are you, kid?” “Old enough.” “Hmm.” “I’m looking for work.” “Well, I got plenty of work on. But I don’t give jobs to just anyone. I’m lookin’ for the... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Henry V

I have a confession to make. I don't what number Superbowl we are up to. And when it comes to reading the year of copyright in the end credits of films, I can never do it. Yes, it's true—I struggle with Roman numerals. I don't say this to garner sympathy, and I certainly don't expect... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Ivanhoe

Write what you know, says the old proverb. Well, apparently no one is listening, because everywhere I look there’s an author jabbering on about something clearly beyond their field of expertise. Tolkien’s violent, beer-swilling depiction of dwarves in The Hobbit made me wonder if he had ever actually met a dwarf; William Golding, though never... Continue Reading →

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