wet culture

11th August 2017 Alec 3

As I write this, I’m sitting at my perch in the Craft and Cleaver, St Albans, watching the puddles quiver and blister in the rain […]

Can I have two thirds, please?

31st July 2017 Alec 5

“You know what I don’t understand?” enquired the young bar man as he loaded glasses into the dishwasher. “What?” I replied. He started pacing up […]

the reluctant pub-goer

15th July 2017 Alec 1

In Verulamium Park I lie in the shadows of lime and sycamore with my T-shirt flung aside. It’s baking. The atmosphere out in the open […]