Wednesday On the tiles on a Wednesday night, with borrowed money. Rita never said a word. What’s her game? Doesn’t matter. It’s all happenin’. Saturday on a Wednesday. Bus full, o’people wi’ money to spend. SuperMac’s right. Never had it so good. No end to it, unless they call another war, which they won’t for […]

A hot summer’s evening, Tuesday 30 June saw Babahog’s Cafe filled with eager , if a bit overheated, listeners ready to hear what Cornwall’s writing scene had to offer. Our focus this month was on discovering some fresh new Telltales talent to delight listeners and we came up trumps, with a tasty programme that included […]

When I woke this morning, the cats were confused.  The meowed me towards the window, and there I saw it:  Cornwall was covered in snow.  I threw on my army boots, which were even more confused than the cats, and headed out for a walk. I used to think that heaven was white, soft, like […]

It was true. My worst fears were confirmed. My two eyebrows had conspired against me; made a treaty together which would have as cataclysmic consequences as the ill fated and, according to my GCSE text book, Adolph prompting treaty of Versailles. I dramatically ran my clammy fingers down the mirror, hoping, that the tiny sporadic […]

Sad and in denial Dean sneaks in Tina’s yard. Grey eyes peeled he sits silent, sips gin, peers in as Tina gets ready: steak and leeks and peas. It isn’t Dean’s tea. It’s late and Dean is tired yet stays and listens and spies til… Stan enters – Gentle Stan Tyler – Peter Tyler’s lad. […]