The sirens wailed. “Thirty seconds until self destruct.” Captain Boris Picklefox stared, wide-eyed, at the blinking console. He knew that… Read more Captain Boris Picklefox

The sirens wailed. “Thirty seconds until self destruct.” Captain Boris Picklefox stared, wide-eyed, at the blinking console. He knew that… Read more Captain Boris Picklefox
It began like any other, civilised, night out. A few beers, a glass or four of Pinot and several shots… Read more Greg, Jimmy, John, Pete and I