When the pen takes control.

The auditorium is in darkness.The stage curtains slowly open, a single spotlight shines down. An expectant hush settles throughout the auditorium. The audience burst into loud applause at the sight before them, slowly fading to a hush which rapidly turns into embarrassed laughter. Quiet at first then gradually rising to full-blown guffaws as It dawns upon the expectant horde that the brown coated man on the stage is not from the first scene of, “The Caretaker,” but the actual cleaner with his brush sweeping the stage.

As a contribution to Black History Month I give you this story which was written in 1830, I will tell you more at the end. A lucky day it was for little Fanny Elvington when her good aunt Delmont consented to receive her into her family, and sent for her from a fine old place, […]

The Two Dolls – Or an anti-racism story from Georgian England

Me and my friend decided we

would have a go at astronomy

so we went to the forest clearing

just as the stars were appearing

so we set our astrolabe up

on a stump that was newly cut,

we pointed it at the East horizon

where the moon was newly rising

but to line it up was hard for me

the damn thing was on a slant you see

after an hour trying to set it up

we gave it up and went to the pub.