Christmas (again), again

This year’s Christmas cards. Pen-and-ink and washable coloured pencil on smooth-surface cartridge paper. These are the originals, hence the school-project glue-and-card look.

'Hark The Herald Angels Sing'

'The Holly And The Ivy'

'Little Drummer Boy'

Merry Christmas everybody.

Happiness

The clocks have just gone back. Apparently this tends to incline people to gloominess (not me, but people generally). So here’s something that ought to cheer everybody up.

I didn’t make it and I don’t know the people who did but if it doesn’t make you smile and clap your hands then you are probably made out of Lego.

Archaeology

I’ve been dredging through some stuff I wrote a lot of years ago. Nowadays I mostly write articles for publications like this and this and set crosswords like this and questions for this… and I don’t seem to get round to writing down the odder things that occur in my brain.

But I used to.

This is a story about a mushroom, called ‘Mushroom’.

This is one of a series of sub-Runyon wiseguy stories I wrote.

This is one of a series of pulpyish stories set in a town called Wakina Creek.

And I don’t really know what the hell this is.

I’ve resisted the temptation to alter anything (though god knows they could do with altering). They’re just as they were written all those years ago, perfectly preserved like woodlice in jam. Hope you like them.