Time Flies on Gin Lane

Tuesday ‘I flopped back onto my pillows. I wanted to begin loathing the new day in comfort.’― Chuck Barris Susanna awoke to the ambient sound of a jackhammer, and the distant shouts of workmen as they pottered about whatever construction project that they were supposed to be working on. Apart from the persistent dehydration fromContinue reading “Time Flies on Gin Lane”

The Myopian Defence

Let me tell you a story. First, I need to add some perspective, set the scene. ‘Twas the year of our lord, 2300. Earth, gone. Humanity, almost. Adrift in space, Earth’s lifeboat ‘Myopia’, supposedly a short-term solution to Earth’s habitation crisis, has become the primary refuge for human life, but conditions are fast becoming hazardous.Continue reading “The Myopian Defence”

Time Flies on Gin Lane

‘One day at a time, sweet Jesus. Whoever wrote that one hadn’t a clue. A day is a fuckin’ eternity.’ – Roddy Doyle, Paul Spencer                                                            Monday As she gazed out the window of the twentieth floor of St Mary Axe, watching the silver trickles of rain elucidate the kaleidoscope of city lights, SusannaContinue reading “Time Flies on Gin Lane”