The big bang!

8:50am Monday 29th September 2008

It had been a long time since so many of them had been assembled together in the snug of the Boilermaker’s Arms. At the heart of this grand reunion to celebrate Thelma and The Scribbler’s engagement was the pub’s ebullient former owner Exeter Montgomery Cashew (or EMC to his many friends), mopping his brow with his pink handkerchief as he leaned with his back against the bar and related the many adventures he’d had since swapping Bradford for Hollywood and a new career as a movie director.

A marriage proposal...

8:40am Monday 22nd September 2008

Previously: The Scribbler has sold his collection of Action Man figures on eBay to buy an engagement ring. After learning that a Big Bang in a particle collider in Geneva just might begin the process of destroying the planet, he is determined to propose to the object of his affections, Thelma Gusset (pronounced “Gussay”) and make the most of what may remain. Now read on….

Big Bang or no Big Bang

9:12am Monday 15th September 2008

After a sleepless night in the hammock in his broom-cupboard home on the third floor of the T&A building, The Scribbler needed someone to talk things through with.

A business opportunity?

8:37am Monday 8th September 2008

“Scribbler, do you know that hundreds more hotel rooms are going to be built in Bradford?” asked the Assistant Editor With Special Responsibility For Firing Searching Questions At Reporters In The Hope Of Catching Them Out. This time, at least, The Scribbler was prepared.

Bring me sunshine!

7:51am Monday 1st September 2008

They were a subdued lot, the regulars of the Boilermaker’s Arms. The usual banter was lacking as they sat disconsolately in front of their drinks.

It's festival time

8:59am Tuesday 26th August 2008

When you promised me a Bank Holiday weekend away, I wasn’t expecting this,” said Thelma Gusset (pronounced “Gussay”), the fragrant women’s editor of the T&A, witheringly.

The Scribbler

8:47am Monday 18th August 2008

This is very pleasant,” said The Scribbler, relaxing in the Garden Magic event in Centenary Square. “Water features, greenery... it’s like being in the countryside, but right in the heart of the city.”

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The Scribbler

8:32am Monday 11th August 2008

Previously: your columnist has discovered, living in the slime at the bottom of the empty pond in The Tyrls, the sole (and telepathic) survivor of the gang of giant mutant rats which once worked on plans for an alternative Bradford cross-rail scheme. Now read on… ‘EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeK!’ screamed Thelma Gusset (pronounced “Gussay”), the object of the Scribbler’s affections, after she walked through the door of her paramour’s broom-cupboard home on the third floor of the T&A’s Hall Ings building.

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Your number's up...

8:42am Monday 28th July 2008

The Scribbler was swinging gently in the hammock in his broom-cupboard home on the third floor of the T&A’s Hall Ings building, musing on the follies of the world and the price of a pint of Old Enraptured Ragamuffin at the Boilermaker’s (which shrewd proprietor Wilf the Woolman had just put up by tuppence to cover the higher cost of the electricity to power the lager pump).

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The car's the star

8:52am Monday 21st July 2008

You have been out-bid,” the computer screen informed him. “Please enter £504.37 or more to bid again.” It had been a tough auction, all the way up from a mere £5 starting bid.

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