G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

GAVIN and I turned to look at each other on the sofa as the television credits rolled. “I know we’ve agreed for a long time that ‘Inspector Bletchley’ is our favourite programme,” I said. “But that wa

RIGHT,” Hayden said, when Martin answered his front door. “What’s this I hear about you coming a cropper when no-one’s looking?” Martin rolled an inward eye at this brisk greeting from his elderly nei

DILLY ran a hand over the old stone, rough with occasional patches of lichen and down the weathered inscription. The bleak October sky was heavy with rain. But just then, the sun had emerged, warming

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

Paul Hill considers… Kebab Paper, Leeds 2002, ...