What a weekend! I have been to CrimeFest in Bristol twice before, in 2018 and 2019. I was booked to go in 2020 but the pandemic...

Ho, ho, ho! Tis the season to merry! By which I mean, we’ve entered the five months of the year in which a flurry of the UK’s Crime...

Many of you will know the story… a man called Jim Grant is made redundant from Granada TV in the mid-1990s. He’s an avid reader, reading...

A few months ago, a series of probably unconnected events changed the way we see our garden. Someone tried to break into the shed....

My OH cut her fringe the other day. She put the severed hair into a plant pot in the garden and we pointed one of the cameras at it....

The late, great Terry Pratchett and his writing conspirator Neil Gaiman wrote a line in Good Omens that went something along the lines of...

I’ve been lax in my blogging, which in itself is a phrase ripe with the succulence of disturbing imagery. But I digress. One of the...

26th January 2021 arrived. On that day Hunted was published. My first novel. The fulfilment of an ambition held for more than half a...

I reached for behind her ears. It was so soft, something like a cross between velvet and satin.

I’d seen rhinos in zoos. Big, exotic, cows, really. Just armoured and with horns. That their species has gone had a big effect on me.