“Roger”, said the teacher. “Yes”, the class said, “no”, our teacher replied “Roger Morgan that boy there”, everyone laughed. “Sir”, the...

Who is Roger? Where is Roger? And why did he miss the train? Where is Roger now? Is Roger even Roger? Or an AI using just using his name...

Max has learnt how to open the back door through the laundry, and the internal door to the garage.  He has also learnt how to smash...

‘Oh my goodness.’  Becky stops outside the café. A man is clutching at the brick wall, retching at a shrub. ‘Are you OK?’ (He patently is not OK.) The street is strangely deserted. His shoulders are heaving. His knees wobble. This is no time for squeamishness. She runs back into the café, comes back with a glass of water and some tissues. A choking, wobbly drinking process ensues. The man is about fifty, with grizzled hair and wearing a nice suit. He stares at her aghast. ‘Do

“It’s a tough one!” “It’s me bloody name. Always getting me into trouble. I mean who the fuck calls theirs their kid Sodomy?” Laughter,...

“Send Roger over, Rover Red Rover, send Roger right over” Stunned like a mullet, frozen on the spot, Roger couldn’t move – swayed with...

“Woger Woger. Or is it Weganold? – We had got to stop meeting like this.” “Well, maybe you can lend me your ears.” “Ears, I’ve got a whole bag full of ears.” “How about a Bwyan, do we have a Bwyan?” “Nope only Casscisuses, Juliuses and July’s a few Maximuses, a small Minus, and a Biggest Dickess.” “That’ll never do – we need a Woger.” “How about an Over n’Out, he’s a foreigner, but surely he’ll do?” “Nope we can’t have agreement to the Senate if we don’t have a Roger. All in