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The big bang!

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 08:50:08 +0100

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...

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 08:40:27 +0100

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

Mon, 15 Sep 2008 09:12:37 +0100

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?

Mon, 08 Sep 2008 08:37:18 +0100

“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!

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 07:51:10 +0100

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

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 08:59:00 +0100

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

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 08:47:08 +0100

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.”

The Scribbler

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 08:32:20 +0100

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.

Your number's up...

Mon, 28 Jul 2008 08:42:23 +0100

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).

The car's the star

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 08:52:16 +0100

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.