Treachery and treason never go out of season the gunpowder plot was the spy master's crowning piece of glory he'd managed to use the plot to catapult James the 1st from being a doomed king guaranteed to be assassinated into a national hero who united both Scotland and England into the union of Crowns a feat never before thought possible all by engineering a plot that was in its early stages and failing untill as an agent provocateur he coaxed it into a piece of political theatre using his mediaeval Machiavellian genius , Robert Cecil 1st earl of Salisbury was known by Elizabeth as the pygmy and by James the ist as his little beagle ,he also thwarted the Pope's attempts at a Catholic conversion .

As you get older looking for love is similar to rummaging through a scrap yard come jumble sale you sift an shake through the worn torn fragile and fail usually to no avail things are stretched out of shape almost befitting the proverbial grey whale instead of the once sleek male or female then suddenly there it is the right one for you the little bunny rabbits bob tail an together you dovetail perfectly as you'd been handmade by thomas chippendale .

The old post office Harrogate is located about a century behind Greenwich mean time, if you should slip out of sync or cross the line then the old soldiers will bark you back into their very discordant malign, they believe that you've committed a terrible war crimes my crossing over their precious ensign , but lets face facts it's been completely worn through by so many a shuffling shoe, but to them it's still sacred mark in time similar to the Siegfried line or the bridge at Oppenheim , a piece of their treasure disciplinarian design , that we should all . worship in patient purgatory until the end of our time .

The crisis of covid-19 has caused our fast spinning world to slow to a seizing after trillions of dollars of quantitative easing it still feels like the whole world has been hit by some dreadful physical freezing now everybody waits with bated breath for the chancellor of the Exchequer to begin his terrible squeezing an just when the pandemic feels over winter arrives and again people start coughing an sneezing gasping an a wheezing .

We lived our lives like nocturnal belfry bats fuelled by drink our cranial crashes and darkness of depression were common place the only way to fight against them was with serotonin smarties and a daily dose of humour .

Krystyana Skarbek was a polish beauty queen a countess and the longest serving spy in Churchill's SOE , with a life expectancy of six weeks she lasted seven years as a field agent fighting against Nazi tyranny   only then to be   betrayed by her own trusted powers the British who at the end of the second world war with a stroke of their Judas pen  turned her  into a stateless  refugee and also leaked her name to Stalin's newly formed KGB . On the day that she was  due to fly out to be married and finally set free she was murdered this beautiful bravest of the brave   Femme Fatale .

A song I wrote to commemorate the courage of Christine the first transexual beauty queen who back in 1953 decided bravely to have her gender reassigned to its rightful sexuallity in order that she may be set free from the burden of having to live with her very unwanted masculinity. but it would be a long haul from the first roll of that snowball before the gay community finally made they're stand for equality at the pub we now know as stonewall.

The fear is now definitely here , our café laite life styles are over and we are living in isolation cells similar to the Trappist monk our beautiful secular society is all but defunk.

Another crazy  sketch about the life of Thornton Harding the junior an aristocrat who's mad about his pets , he calls them by the strangest names, such as his dog , Greyfriars Warton Benson who i might add is allowed to do anything including sitting in his master's lap and driving his car.

A musing about a talkative taxi driver who would insist on talking about his part time profession as a slaughter men come taxi-dermist my frightfully far back friend and I were able to see and smell the blood by the end of our short journey .