UPSIDE DOWN SCENE BRIEFING SETTING: A modest suburban bedroom with rebellious gravity, then onto the telephone. CHARACTERS: • TED FLETCHER: Befuddled, dry, just trying to start his morning without falling... September 10th, 2026 Radio Sketches
Ed The Shed I went out into the garden because it’s outside. I’ve never tried going in to find the garden. I suppose I could if I was... September 10th, 2026
The Great Paint Rip Off Mary and I decided there were certain parts of our homestead that could do with a lick of paint. Little did we know that a... September 9th, 2026 Column
The Lost Property Office The office smelled intensely of strong tea. It was barely bigger than a cupboard, lined with shelves full of forgotten things. Brenda looked up as... September 9th, 2026 Fiction
The Wind Beneath His Wings (Being a True and Largely Accurate Account of Harold Pumpernickel of Whifflington) Harold Pumpernickel was eighty-four years old, five feet three inches tall, and, as... September 9th, 2026 Fiction
The Column Hello. Welcome to my column. I write this in the spirit of a Fleet Street column. If you don’t know where Fleet Street is, it’s... September 8th, 2026 Column
The Penguin Saves The Day There is no doubt, I am but a simple fellow. And while the beige sky lingers over Coventry, the pigeons in my garden sulk and... September 8th, 2026
Mondays On Mondays I’m allergic, it turns out, I wake up in a proper, foul old mood, A mood that doesn’t like what I’m about, And... September 7th, 2026 Poems
The Room Inspection Deepcut barracks, June 1984. Around 6:30am and the barrack room had lads tearing around trying to get squared away. The room inspection would happen. And... September 7th, 2026
Honestly Honest I’m sitting quietly on a Sunday evening before the chaos of the working week. There’s something circling my mind. Like a hawk circling a field... September 6th, 2026
Penhaligon’s Guide To Blogging - Take 3 I am in receipt of a letter from a lean bleeder who asked me if it were possible to tell a story inside a smog... September 6th, 2026
That's Absurd I’ve no doubt you will have noticed that much of my writing here is… nonsensical, absurd and possibly a little unhinged. And I make no... September 5th, 2026
The Science of Brain Farts I rather like thought experiments. They are a great way of running amok in your mind and doing no harm whatsoever in the physical world.... September 4th, 2026
The Art of Queueing A few days ago I had the displeasure of standing in a queue. We were in our local Chemists to collect our prescriptions because we... September 3rd, 2026
Penhaligon’s Guide To Blogging - Take 2 First, may I say many thanks for all the positive seed rack for my last particle. It looks like the ad slice I offered helped... September 3rd, 2026
Penhaligon’s Guide To Blogging - Take 1 Good afternoon! My name is professor John Penhaligon and I’m going to offer you some sound advice about blogging. There won’t be an audio recording.... September 2nd, 2026
Waste Not, Want Not Collections of food waste in the new bins we now have from the council will begin 7th September. Or, they will in Coventry. I’m not... September 1st, 2026
The Bakery The golden light of early morning sunshine bathed the village of Shitetippe, mostly because the sun couldn’t be arsed to shine anywhere else, while the... September 1st, 2026
The Unfortunate Afterlife of Clive (A cautionary tale in a very short novel.) Chapter 1 - DyingClive Thackery died on a Thursday, which annoyed him greatly. He had specifically requested... August 31st, 2026
The Synergy Implosion At precisely 8:55 a.m., Albert Grimshaw, sixty-two, ex-operations manager, and renowned expert in the art of saying precisely what he meant, walked into the boardroom... August 30th, 2026
Writing Funny Alright? How you doing? I'm Andy. I write funny stuff. Now and then. Sometimes, I write serious words. About the important things in life. Such... August 30th, 2026
Lord of The Socks The weather has turned much more akin with typical British summer weather. It is a damp Thursday as I fight write this. Still, everyone, including the postman... August 29th, 2026
Poetic Madness Friday night is sound because it’s Saturday tomorrow and that means no work. Brill. And in the spirit of trying things out, I mess about... August 28th, 2026
The W.R.I.T.E. Directive Friday evening trotted along after Friday afternoon. It does that, I've noticed it before. I'm sitting with my laptop across my knees and typing this.... August 28th, 2026
The Idea That Didn't Work The bookstore stood proud upon the High Street, bathed in the glow of early morning light. Its gleaming facade, with a fresh coat of white... August 28th, 2026
