By PRSD, on Saturday, July 25, 2009
A new chapter opens on Geoff Clams‘ life in his regular column.
We had been blessed with a period of relative calm during which the sunshine had been blistering, unbridled and unbroken for sweet weeks on end. The English summer had hit its brief stride and, for a while, the gardens of the valley had sprung back to life, teaming as they daily were, with relatives and visitors and children splashing in inflatable pools. My partner Judith and I were enjoying a rehabilitation of sorts. She seemed genuinely happy and, over those long days, I was somewhat freed from the feelings of dread that had been chipping away at my comfort and sanity too. Much-needed respite. While it lasted.
Continue reading…
By PRSD, on Thursday, July 9, 2009
The weekly column from the world of Geoff Clams continues with his investigation into alleged voter intimidation in Preston, Paignton
Read the previous instalment of the Intimidation Game
About a quarter of the way up the steep hill, with the top of the polling booth coming into view underneath the mid-afternoon murk and the hot, rising sea mist, everything fractured apart into crazy pieces and things got frighteningly odd again. These magical/terrifying happenings can self-initiate within seconds, you understand. Life is lately strewn with them. Mrs Frattelli’s arm tightened in mine intensely, before she broke off and jerkily clamped her left hand to her left ear, staggering backwards uneasily on her painfully swollen ankles.
Continue reading…
Loading ...
Recent Comments