No, not ex-British Prime Minister Tony Blair, obviously. If I loved him, I wouldn’t have killed him so blatantly and violently. In a book. Not in real life. You would have heard about that. And, for the record, I wish no harm upon the sneaky, power-crazed war-monger, either. Because I believe that life has a … More Why I Love Tony Blair
In a post-Brexit, pre-dystopian Britain, the traditional political system has collapsed and Oxford and Cambridge are on the verge of war. Cambridge have captured ex-Prime Minister and notorious warmonger Tony Blair and tied him to a chair in the kitchen. Door-to-door duster salesman and occasional spy Nigel Farage has just returned from his mission to … More Meanwhile, In Oxford…
Where do butlers go when they aren’t buttling? This is a question that has troubled mankind for centuries. Well, perhaps ‘troubled’ is going a bit far. ‘Mildly interested’ might be more appropriate. Also ‘mankind’ is rather broad. A few posh types might have considered it on occasion. But we must allow for some artistic license. … More The Art Of Distraction
Boris, King of Oxford glared across the table at Wing Commander Tom, flanked by duster salesman and occasional spy Nigel Farage and wondered – not for the first time – why he ever agreed to come to Number Ten in the first place. This was proving to be an awful lot of bother for a … More Don’t Shoot The Messenger. Shoot Everybody Else
Cabinet Secretary Sir Edd Evans-Morley had been diligently avoiding Chancellor of the Exchequer Ian Risk since the night before the Prime Minister’s live broadcast. In the chaos of debating the political merits of being honest with the public, Ian had confronted him about Snetterton. He hadn’t got any further than mentioning the butler’s name before … More Interfering, Curley-Haired Bastard
Who Shot Tony Blair? 