Yellow Dog
And the words enveloped him like an unrecognisable fart, saying: yes, oh yes, this is you, this is you.
Yellow Dog
To Xan's dark-adapting eye the faceless waiter now looked implausibly young: he seemed about to recommend a glass of milk. 'I'll have what you have,' she said. All the more reason, then, to order an ocean of blue ruin.
Cool Memories
It is true that we no longer have a culture of leisure, in which thought and writing were violent and pleasurable. And our leisure now is no more than the charnel-house where dead time is born.
Mr Rinyo-Clacton’s Offer
Post addressed to Jonathan Fitch came through my letter-box, and that was who I was. I had a National Insurance number and an account at Lloyds; I had a shoe size and a blood type and a bunch of keys. I was twenty-eight years old and not too bad looking; in the past,...
Yellow Dog
Clint said, 'The big news climatewise, they're saying, is the Ice Age. Which is coming up. After uh, ten thousand years of decent weather, much out the igloo, boys, and hunker down for ninety millennia of frostbite.' '...Then maybe global warming isn't such a bad...