Friday, December 20, 2013

Christmas Bash

“It's one thing to host a Christmas party,” said Harold, folding his fingers into his lapels, “but it's quite another to expect it to be the talk of the town.”

The mayoress sniffed, as if Harold had stepped in something decomposing on the way in. “We can't all be as extravagant as you, Mr Waterman.” She managed to make 'extravagant' a simile for 'brash.' “Some of us are constrained by budgets.”

“As am I, Mrs Morehouse, but one has to do one's best, no? Where would we be if we allowed the voters to decide our spending allowance, eh?” He chuckled. “Oh, I'm sorry. That's what you meant by a budget, isn't it.”

“At least we have the very best chefs on hand.” Mrs Morehouse sniffed again and Harold wondered if she was developing a cold. “We may not be able to throw money at the buffet but we can rest easy knowing the Conservative Association is the apex of culinary artistry and taste.”

“Only if it's bad taste you're looking for.” He gestured to the buffet table, where a large sculpture provided the centrepiece.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Well, take your ice sculpture of Mary...”

“What's wrong with it? I was given to understand that Mary is a central figure in Christmas festivities.”

“The virgin Mary, yes.” Harold closed his eyes and counted to three. “Your artist, however, has chosen Mary Magdalene and depicted her hard at work.”

“Is that so bad?”

“She was a prostitute.”

Friday, November 01, 2013

Viridian Tears

Viridian Tears by Rachel Green


Everyone is dying for treasure.

The builder, benefactor and mayor of Laverstone is found floating in the canal and becomes the first prominent customer of a new business he personally championed, the New Eden Cryotorium. His distraught young widow seeks the counsel of a spiritualist to contact her husband and discovers he left behind missing treasure. Meanwhile, Meinwen Jones, village witch and professional meddler, ends up helping the cryotorium owner find her missing backhoe. The search leads to mystery after mystery and more murders.

Mechanic Winston Campbell thinks Meinwen is a perfect match for him. Both are alone and in need of someone to hold. He soon realizes a relationship with the village witch is a lot more complicated than he thought.

Only Meinwen holds the key linking the seemingly separate mysteries, but will she solve them before more there are more deaths? Will she find love along the way?

CONTENT WARNING: Graphic m/f sex and descriptions of human body disposal 

Sunday, August 04, 2013


Jasfoup (oil on canvas on board) 16" x 16" £75

04-08-2013 Jasfoup (oil on canvas) sml