Foul Play

I’m not a great sports lover. Consider boxing cannot be considered a ‘sport’ by any sane, thinking individual; and certain rugby only receives the respect it doesn’t deserve because it was nurtured in a private school: institutions guaranteed to fuck up boys’ minds,...

Scales of Justice

High above the Central Court of England and Wales, commonly known as The Old Bailey, standing tall and straight, a sword pointing to the heavens in her right hand, a pair of scales hanging from her left, her feet resting on the globe beneath them, her spiky crown...

A Fair COP?

My childhood was spent in rural East Anglia: the 1950s and early 60s when the post-war push for food production encouraged arable farmers to invest in bigger machines to harvest bigger crops; and bigger fields meant the removal of hedges. ‘Grubbing out’, thus...

A Woman’s Voice

A child early to walking and talking and, it could be said, early to finding my writer’s voice, in that I wrote my first short story collection when I was five or six – see On the Shelf podcast – my need to express myself creatively has continued throughout my life,...