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I have been neglectful about keeping the story going. We left it, if you recall, as Friend John and I made our way from the loch where we’d dumped Iain “Bon-Bon” Colling’s top of the range four-door saloon, having, earlier that day, dumped Collings himself on a small island in the middle of another loch. … Continue reading 11th June -All the lassies shout “Hello! Where’s your hiking troosers?”
The master has a new book out. It’s only another horseracing novel, but it is, in the style of his last, short (though this one, at 40,000 words is perhaps closer to a short novel than it is a novella). Like the last one too, it is a literary novel that happens to concern horseracing, … Continue reading In the Early Morning Rain.
Hans is. But before you answer yourself, wait a moment, and consider the question. Control your impetuosity. Deploy logic. Be normal, if you know how to do that. You might be suffering from something far more positive, like rock‑bottom self‑esteem; or the inability to get past your previous errors; or maybe you’re someone who’s summoned … Continue reading Are you mentally ill?
We come to the night. I’m telling you this for the simple reason that it’s the moment of the pivot. The last of the then, before the now. Epiphanic? Steady on. A few chapters in the new Book of Dave? Dickie White’s letters to the Apostates? —I don’t think so. But a dividing line, nonetheless. … Continue reading Jan 6th – Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.
Dickie White's Diary 