Anglo-Force: Pendragon Chapter One: Dust and Duty

The grit of fine sand, borne on a wind that had spent days scouring the desert, chafed against Arthur Pendragon’s eyelids. He blinked, the taste of dust a constant companion on his tongue, and wiped a gloved hand across his brow, already slick with sweat beneath his helmet. A familiar weariness settled deep in his bones, a dull ache that had become as much a part of him as his rifle. He felt a subtle, almost imperceptible pull, a whisper of something more, a vague sense of duty that stretched beyond the immediate horizon, but he dismissed it as the lingering exhaustion of this unforgiving landscape. He was here by choice, on the front line, having deliberately eschewed any comfortable staff position within the Adjutant General's Corps, a path his family connections could easily have paved. He wanted a 'normal' military career, to earn his stripes like any other bloke.

Anglo-Force: The Celsius Enigma Chapter Ten: A Fragile Equilibrium

Solo pushed open the door to Jeavons’s office, the faint scent of stale coffee and desperation hanging heavy in the air. His shoulders ached, a deep, bone-weary throb that had settled in after a night spent siphoning residual magical energies from the Tower of London, a task far removed from anything they taught at Hendon. Jeavons sat hunched over his desk, his spectacles perched precariously on the end of his nose, surrounded by a blizzard of paperwork. Damage reports, public statements, internal memos – the mundane aftermath of an utterly un-mundane incident.

Anglo-Force: The Celsius Enigma Chapter Nine: The Crown’s Last Stand

The air hung heavy and still, thick with the metallic tang of old stone and something else, something sharp and ozone-like that prickled the back of Solo’s throat. A faint, almost imperceptible hum vibrated beneath his feet, a low thrumming that seemed to emanate from the very bedrock of London. The Tower of London, usually a bustling hub of tourists and history, was unnervingly silent, its ancient walls standing sentinel against an invisible threat.

Anglo-Force: The Celsius Enigma Chapter Eight: London’s Shivering Heart

The sterile, fluorescent hum of Scotland Yard felt a world away from the ancient, echoing silence of the Roman vault. Here, the air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and disinfectant, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of ice and raw magical energy that had permeated their last confrontation. Outside, the early morning London bustle was already a faint, familiar thrum, yet inside, a different kind of tension hung heavy, a cold dread that no amount of central heating could dispel.

A Health Update For You: Hospital Appointments, Heart Procedures, and a Career of Ups and Downs

It occurred to me earlier today that I’ve been neglecting my duties as it were, because it’s been just over two weeks since my visit to the big hospital and I haven’t told you all what happened. If I don’t, how will the little spies who monitor my social media accounts and blogs be able to report back to their handlers to let them know what’s going on?

Social Media Discoveries 81: Inokashira Rangers, Keiichi Sokabe, Killington Pit, Velvet Insane and More!

Normal service has resumed with episode 81 of Social Media Discoveries. But can you call it normal when you've got a band from a parallel universe on the show?

Anglo-Force: The Celsius Enigma Chapter Seven: The Unveiling at the Vault

A faint, unnatural chill seeped into Solo’s bones, a pervasive cold that had nothing to do with the late evening air. It clung to the derelict bank building like a shroud, growing stronger as he and Magus descended into the forgotten Roman-era vault beneath. The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and something else, something ancient and potent, pressed in on him, making the hairs on his arms prickle.

Anglo-Force: The Celsius Enigma Chapter Six: The Puppet and the Master

The tarnished silver locket lay on a glowing magical diagram in the centre of Doctor Magus’s study, its arcane symbol pulsing faintly with an inner light. Inspector Solo stared at it, the metallic tang of ozone still lingering in his nostrils from the blast at the bank. The desperation he’d glimpsed in Celsius’s eyes, a flicker of raw fear beneath the criminal’s mask, gnawed at him. It didn’t fit the image of a ruthless, power-hungry villain.

Anglo-Force: The Celsius Enigma Chapter Five: A Scorched Earth in the Square Mile

A peculiar shimmer hung in the air, a distortion in the early morning light that painted the London financial district in an almost ethereal glow. The usual cacophony of sirens and distant traffic seemed muted, swallowed by an unnatural silence that pressed down on the Square Mile. Solo, dressed in a nondescript jacket and jeans, felt the subtle shift in temperature, a creeping chill that had no business in a bustling city at dawn. It was Magus’s prediction, made with an unnerving certainty, manifesting before his very eyes.

Anglo-Force: The Celsius Enigma Chapter Four: The First Lesson in Ley Lines

This was it, then. The deep end.

The morning chill of Bloomsbury bit at Solo’s cheeks as he navigated the quiet square. A cryptic note, penned in elegant, looping script, had directed him to an unassuming Georgian townhouse, its brick façade indistinguishable from its neighbours. No brass plaque, no indication of anything out of the ordinary, yet a prickle of anticipation, almost a hum, vibrated beneath his skin.

Anglo-Force: The Celsius Enigma Chapter Three: An Unconventional Offer

“Chief Inspector Jeavons, you simply must see this new CCTV footage!”

            Solo’s voice, a blend of several regional dialects from his years of service across the UK, cut through the oppressive silence of the corridor. He strode purposefully from the conference room, the impossible frozen rose still clutched in his hand, a quiet determination radiating from him. The weight of the inexplicable incidents, the melted vaults and the impossible ice, pressed heavily upon his mind, urging him to seek answers beyond the conventional. He knew Jeavons would resist, but the evidence was too compelling to ignore.

Anglo-Force: The Celsius Enigma Chapter Two: Whispers of the Impossible

Solo pushed through the heavy swing doors of the conference room, the scent of stale coffee and something faintly metallic hitting him immediately. The frozen rose, still an impossible image etched behind his eyes, seemed to hum with an unnatural cold even in memory. He found Chief Inspector Charles Jeavons hunched over the long, polished table, a man visibly wrestling with the ghosts of a long night and a case that defied every rule he’d ever known. The room itself felt like a holding cell for frustration, the air thick with unspoken desperation.

Anglo-Force: The Celsius Enigma Chapter One: The Frozen Vault of Threadneedle Street

The biting cold, sharper and more invasive than any natural London chill, seeped through Inspector Paul Solo’s casual jacket, pricking his skin. It wasn't the usual damp cold of a late autumn evening, but something far more profound, an unnatural refrigeration that made the very air feel brittle. Around him, the iconic architecture of Threadneedle Street, usually a warm glow of financial power, was awash in the pulsing blue and red of emergency lights, painting the rain-slicked pavement in garish, shifting colours. The cacophony of sirens, the hushed, urgent voices of his colleagues, and the distant, muffled thrum of generators blended into a disorienting hum.

Social Media Discoveries 80: The Queen Experience III

It's episode 80 of the Social Media Discoveries series. You know what that means, don't you? It means because there's a zero at the end of the episode number we're going to do things a little differently this week as we present to you our third collection of Queen cover versions, brought to you by some of the musical acts that the algorithms have thrown at us over the years.

The Wrestling Diaries Playlist

Two Seats Wide

If you follow me on social media you'll know that I've been making a few new videos lately for my concept "album" The Wrestling Diaries, an AI-generated musical piece based on my mini-series The WAW Diaries, a series of blogs written in 2001 documenting my initial encounters with the good and the great of the Norwich-based World Association of Wrestling.

Tell Me What Happened To You

What I’m about to say here may upset a few people. In fact, I know it will. Some of you may say I’m a selfish so-and-so for posting this here, and a few people on my social media friends list may unfriend me.

You see, what I’m about to say here is aimed at you, the person reading this. You may be related to me in some way, you may consider yourself a friend, or you may be someone I’ve crossed paths with sometime over the years that’s reconnected with me via social media.

I feel let down, in a big way. Why?

Social Media Discoveries 79: The Animal In Me, Vicky Psarakis, The Urban Folk Quartet, Anne Dar and More!

Episode 79 of Social Media Discoveries is here! Plenty of stuff for you here this week with one of the world's best cover bands, and a woman from Russia who may not even exist!

Forty Years Ago This Month

Forty years ago this month, I met these two for the first time.

We adopted Shep and Sam as puppy and kitten on the same day, both of them around six weeks old, on the same day we had to let Micky go because of a spinal issue.

Social Media Discoveries 78: Artificial Fear, Choir! Choir! Choir!, Matt Steady, Kayla King & More!

Episode 78 of Social Media Discoveries is here! There's plenty of the hard stuff for you this week from the US, Canada and Europe, as well as a song that has us asking: AI or not AI?

Rest in Peace Victor