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So, do you want to know my Wordle score? I absolutely  know that you don't, and as it happens that's just as well, as I've neve...

It's been a scarcely-believable fourteen years since this post about odd sporting clichés, so it's probably about time we set our s...

Master Georgie by Beryl Bainbridge. That's Mr., or perhaps even Dr., George Hardy to you - man of many talents, principally photographe...

The Hydrogen Sonata by Iain M Banks. There comes a time in every major civilisation's life when you sit back and think: hey, we've ...

Further to the international border talk in the previous post , go back to the start and zoom in on the map in the original tweet and you...

Here's another post inspired by some initial exchanges over on Twitter - it also shares a theme with this earlier post about imaginary...

A couple of things that came up recently over in the Twitterverse which perhaps warrant mentioning at slightly greater length here: firstly ...

Shuttlecock by Graham Swift. Prentis (we never find out his first name) has a slightly mysterious job as a senior clerk in a murky governmen...

Breath by Tim Winton. Bruce Pike and his best mate Ivan Loon (Pikelet and Loonie to their friends, who basically comprise each other) are a...

The Thirty-Nine Steps by John Buchan. Richard Hannay is the right sort of chap; our sort of chap. Resourceful, tough, cool head in a crisis...

The Black Dahlia by James Ellroy. Dwight Bleichert, known to everyone as Bucky because of the size of his, erm, dental appendages , is one ...

Time for the end-of-year book and general blogging stats round-up. If asked to characterise 2021 in general terms I would probably respond b...

Even in the festive season the roving and merciless eye of The Curse Of Electric Halibut is seeking out fresh victims, and its latest victi...