On arriving in Volos, the boys had swiftly discovered that the only obvious employment for two non-Greek speakers in a provincial Greek town was to work as E...

Hania was a good place for Scott’s first introduction to skiing, having just four slopes ranging from not-very-steep to something you’d need a spirit level t...

Hats off to the New Zealand authorities for putting up this fine sign over Wellington Harbour, modelled on the Hollywood one in LA no doubt.

‘Love’s Labours’ by Simon Truckle A Book Review It’s always a nerve wracking experience to review a book for a friend, or a friend of a friend, and you know ...

Scott had the sort of face you would love to play at poker. It was not hard to read his expression at the best of times and right now he had the forlorn, sli...

He undid the rope and pulled her gently in the direction of the straw, only to discover Mildred had other ideas. She had decided that although it was quite s...

Jem: How are the the book sales going? Truckle: Just back from my first book tour. Went to visit a mate in Helsinki for the weekend, the plan was to walk aro...

Oliver took a swig of beer to wash down his last slice and cleared his throat. ‘Nessie, of the events you put on, which ones get the most interest?’ ‘God, th...

Further down the beach, Vanessa was having a slightly less cheery morning. She was sitting at a beachside café flicking through the paper to the horoscope se...

It was at this point that things started to unravel. Scott’s optimistic assumption that the sign on the wall said ‘This is where the mayor lives’ turned out ...

Oliver was reclining in the second of their tatty deckchairs in his customary position, outside the shed that housed the equipment. This they liked to call t...

Simon: Lads, I’ve written a book, and need to build a social media following to market it. What do you say? Jem: Have you? Is it any good and what’s it about...

While waiting for the main course and watching Oliver hoover up what was left of the vine leaves and olives, Scott was bemoaning the plight of the kids he ha...

It was an easy day for her: all she really had to do was, rather like Tennyson’s account of the Charge of the Light Brigade, count them out and count them in...

There is something about olive trees that holds the attention. They look like people would if they lived for three hundred years and had bad diets. Arthritic...