Andy Hawthorne - Writer

It was brought painfully to my attention, via the medium of a dust-covered calendar that had spent several seasons attempting to camouflage itself as part of the wallpaper, that it was high time I produced a new column.

Saturday morning.

Friday morning and the sun’s out.

We went for a brew in a local cafe the other day.

The AI debate...

The rules of engagement Monday lunchtime and we are back after our walk.

On the bridge It’ll be all right.

Will meets Silas This is a short story in the horror genre.

Tapping those squares...

The mug This is part 3 of a serialised short story featuring Mick Smith and his wife Sandy and Mick's old tea mug that causes an argument.

Another book...

The mug This is part 2 of a serialised short story featuring Mick Smith and his wife Sandy and Mick's old tea mug that causes an argument.

Joe and Bob —Alright Joe?

The Mug This is a serialised short story featuring Mick Smith and his wife Sandy and Mick's old tea mug that causes an argument...

What time is it?

Bob and Joe —Morning Joe!

Rubbish...

Blogging There I was, checking the stats for my blog.

Joe and Bob —Alright, Joe?

Out and about...

having a brew Kettle is on, Mary is watching the TV, and I'm here, writing this.

The Prof Much is said about needing to rite for your bleeders.

Rodney and Connie...

Bob in full flow SCENE BRIEFING SETTING: A snug, steam-fogged greasy spoon cafe in Coventry city centre. 10:15 AM on a chilly Friday.

Breaking the news...

Joe and Bob SCENE BRIEFING SETTING: A snug, steam-fogged greasy spoon cafe in Coventry city centre. 10:15 AM on a chilly Tuesday.

Barnaby...

The bicycle for squares Albert Wheeler built strange things.

Ted SCENE BRIEFING SETTING: A modest suburban bedroom with rebellious gravity, then onto the telephone.

Ed's in a mood I went out into the garden because it’s outside.

How much?

Where's the leg?

The meeting...

CLUNK!

There is no doubt, I am but a simple fellow.

Reciting the BRILLIANT new poem...

Deepcut barracks, June 1984.

The Empire strikes a match...

Stories...

The fjord...

Me, the editor and a brain fart...

The queue!

Lord of the socks...

Penny, innit?

me and the damn watering can...

Mary and I like to partake in a mug of tea and a biscuit at around 3pm each day.