Something different for this all Hallow’s Eve - a short story owing just a little to Messrs Gaiman and Pratchett.
After quarter of a century sitting on his arse, Brian knew all the taxi drivers’ secrets. Where the best spots were, how to pick up a big tipper, that tricky drive-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-road bit outside the Savoy, that ungodly stuff about going South of the River. The A-Z doesn’t exactly say “Here be Monsters” where it ought to read Lambeth or Wandsworth, but it’s not too far from the truth.
Read it here.
Only one entry so far for the Make Mrs Duck laugh competition, you miserable burgers. Did I forget to tell you about the free beer, money and sex for every entrant? That'll be it, then.
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