Ghost in the Machine

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Analogy of the day: Freelance writers are like porn stars – there’s always someone prepared to do more, go further and make more noise about it; for less money than you. While staring at a blank screen…  I wonder if Eureka! moments are the same?  Or do you have to wait for them to warm up… Read more.

Ok Commuter – Journey/Arrival

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The train lurches toward London with what passes for acceleration.  Tracks that betray their age connect the outposts of the stockbroker belt and the prosaic clusters of the advancing new estates of South London to a common purpose.  Suburban stations of brief encounter and high rise halts that scream functionality sweep by in a mishmash of… Read more.

Ok Commuter – Departure

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  It’s a daily numbers game – a balance of timing and logistics.  It’s 6.40 for the 6.48.  Fall back position is on the 7.07.  God forbid it’s the 7.14…  Wait any longer and the equation usually includes leaves; snow; signal failure – or suicide.  Two God-given, one man-made and the other a public/private initiative…. Read more.

The Heart Of Darkness And Hot Desks…

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Scene Three… The reviews are in and they’re mixed.  Alright, alright; I failed miserably to inject any tension…  I admit it, there’s precious little blogarhythm.  I’ve given it the best I’ve got: writer’s block, imaginary Polish builders; a pizza that refuses to go honourably and a shiny suit – weddings and funerals only – that… Read more.

Bank Crisis? What Crisis?

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    “Gee Honey – where the hell is that ol’ Barclays Casino they’re all talkin’ about?!”     “Mummy, when I grow up I want to play banking for England.” “Ladies and gentlemen as the result of extraordinary circumstances we are today able to offer for sale – the BOB Diamond.   It’s an exceptionally hard, somewhat opaque stone which obscures… Read more.

Yes; I Am A Banker – Part Two

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THERE was silence – apart from a few distant, random shrieks: desperate cries that local legend dictated came from what had been known as the Square Mile.  Truth or fiction… neither of us flinched: one lesson quickly learned by all who remained alive was to ignore what didn’t directly concern you.  After the initial bank… Read more.

Yes; I Am A Banker

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London: 03 July 2070… IT had been a long time since I had been in London.  The long decades of riots and acute unrest had given way to a sinister stand-off.  Concerted mass action was slowly replaced by vicious personal attacks as remaining citizens sought to keep their hand in while waiting to see which direction the… Read more.

Sofa; So Bad…

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Scene Two…   “Cztery Kubki?  What’s that?  You want Tea?   Ah; Kubek is Polish for cup…  Sure it’s not an English mug?” It comes to something when even your imaginary friends start to get pushy… Instead of gazing out the window onto mean streets – where a recessionary wind blows cold and the Transits gather at… Read more.