Pub by Chris Green 1: ‘You’re probably wondering why the pub is called The Skydog Slaver aren’t you?’ Nigel Slough says. As it happens, I am not. I have been coming here for several weeks. At first, I may have been curious about the name but now I just take it for granted. ‘I’m just […]
The Early Worm Catches The Bird by Chris Green ‘You’re telling me you found it in the car park and you thought you’d just plug it into your workstation,’ says Frank Flint. ‘It’s a fucking data stick. What did you suppose it might be doing lying there in the car park of a high-security organisation […]
You Never Can Tell by Chris Green Annie and I are sitting in a café called Lemon Jelli sipping peppermint tea. The space is laid out to look like a continental bar with comfortable seating and 1930s French travel posters on the wall. We have come to Newton Abbot for the market. Annie is shopping […]
