It is to be my greatest work – “The Temptation of St. Anthony”. In this space here the great Saint will be on his knees with his arms up to heaven as he is surrounded in the desert by the most foul trickery the devil can conjure. I shall be using both subtlety and the explicit to depict the temptations; this line here will be the long path that St. Anthony has walked. Over here will be a creature representing sloth and I will draw the viewer’s eyes to the blisters on the Saint’s feet – that is just one of many examples that I will create in this piece.
That is meant to be his head, right…?
…and the fellow is standing up…?
Hang on… Hang on, if thats his head, those must be his arms and that there must be his Ding Dong!
This brandy tastes a bit funny, pour us another one my dear fellow…
I say, have a look at this, says here the Wright brothers will have a machine capable of powered flight before the year is out. Ha! What rot. Zeppelins are the way forward. Trust me, in ten years’ time, they will be all over the skies of Europe.
the last page of henry lamberton’s journal My experiment worked and I have my proof that Newton was wrong. I have been exploring ways to pass on my observations and I feel that, after going through this in my head, the following is the best way I can find. Let us say that today, I [...]
No one can quite tell it, as Tiberius O’Donnell… I say, toy soldiers! What fun! What’s this fellow’s name? Colonel Robert Kekewich? Who’s this chap? General Jan Kemp?. He seems to have a lot more horses, that doesn’t seem fair. Oh I see, silly me, you are discussing the situation in Southern Africa and that [...]
Stagehand: Curtain call, five minutes, ladies…
Doris: He wanted to put it where?
Ethel: Me back passage.
Doris: But, Ethel… That’s tiny.
Ethel: I know, that’s what I said, wouldn’t listen though. He gave it a good try and got covered in oil, the silly goose. Told him, to stick it round front.
“Voglio spedire un telegramma per Londra.” “Certo. Inglese?” “Si.” Adam Fletcher pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow as the young lady behind the counter at the Poste e Telegrafi stepped off her small stool to reach one of the blank telegram forms behind her. She picked up [...]
He has hunted monsters in Marrakesh, had fisticuffs with undesirables, explored the paranormal, battled with the elements and captured smugglers. Its now time for a letter home… December 21st 1901 Hello Mammy, It’s with great sadness that I write to tell you I will not be making it back home for Christmas. It sounds like [...]
All Rise…
Well, your ‘onour, I arrived on the corner of Brick Lane and White Chapel ‘igh street at approximately 3am on the morning of November 6th 1927. Across the road, lying on the ground face-down, was a body which I presumed to be that of a reveller who was slightly worse for wear.