Tom Cox

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Its authenticity was discredited because of his reputation, but also because he was quick with gin at the time and wearing an item of knitwear back to front.

Some Thoughts About Jims, Scarecrows And Books

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The True Stories Behind The Photographs In The Habitat Catalogues Of The 1970s

This is a piece I wrote a while ago but I wanted to make it free to read again. I wrote it during the very early stages of planning for my novel 1983 when a memory popped up of wandering around the Nottingham branch of the furniture store Habitat with

My Ex-Husband's Landlady

You might think I am being unkind when I say “crazy shrub-haired widow” in reference to my ex-husband’s landlady, but I assure you I am not.

31 NOTES I HAVE MADE ABOUT MY DAD IN MY NOTEBOOK

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Granny Kettlebridge

“Any gossip, m’dear?” Granny Kettlebridge asks me. What she means by this is “Have you bonked anyone new and interesting lately?” There is a crow at the window and we are in her kitchen, the kitchen that has been her kitchen for 79.8 years and was her own

An Embarrassment Of Tinned Meat (Seven Tiny New Stories)

A Great School

“I saw a frog!” a girl or boy might say. So that day we would learn about frogs, and draw, or even make, frogs.