A perilous place for Old and Young alike? I collected my pension at the bank, paid my two regular bills for this month, and was heading – tottering, more like – to the pub to see my mates and have my afternoon drink in Wetherspoons. Hardly got a hundred yards, just round the corner onto Wellington Street, and this youth’s coming at me fists first, knocking me flat back. I’m rolling over in a tangled, shocked-to-death heap all legs and arms flying and head on the pavement and

The Arena Awaits   ‘See!’ Someone pointed. The count had begun – three-dozen beats to go. With the others in the enclosed entrance tunnel, Kyre peered . And still I have no fast movement.   No chance to survive in the arenae.  Heart thumping, watching his brief life being counted away, still clueless about what to do. ‘What have they got out there? Swords? Broadaxes? I’m not putting armour on – I get killed quick and easy without the armour.' Where the frugg did my fast-speed

I did a review for them... The TShirt Studio... I only said they'd done a really good job of putting my book covers on a set of mugs I'd ordered... And what happens? Every year. I get an update on how many views my review photo has had - and last week, it was up to 10,000. Ten-chuffing-thousand! I would have bought shares in the place if I'd known they were that busy. Still have the mugs - too smart to use daily; and they look okay on a cabinet shelf in the office Must get ro