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Flash Fiction: "By Default"

Not like this.Not at quarter past three, with a full crowd and your lads out there like animals, vicious and spitting and ready to run through  walls for you. Not on the last day. Not when you’re top of the bloody league and one point ahead of United.The chairman still can’t believe it, even though… Continue reading Flash Fiction: "By Default"

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Riding roughshod over Margaret Thatcher’s still-warm corpse

The other day C. J. Hall and I were talking about writing a piece of fiction about Margaret Thatcher once she'd died. We came up with two completely different ways of approaching it, each of which would be fun in different ways. The first approach involved doing careful research and portraying her sympathetically as a… Continue reading Riding roughshod over Margaret Thatcher’s still-warm corpse