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Stuart Lennon

Stuart Lennon

Stuart is the writer, interrupted of the title on this website and its accompanying podcast.
Sean 1 2 min read Premium

Sean III: The Chechens

Sean turned up his collar and stepped out of the car, closing the door quietly. The car moved off instantly. “That will be a no, then…” Sean thought. He pulled his coat tighter, shivering. Snow had begun to fall. “Dark, snowing, a secret meeting and you in a trench coat too.”
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Sovereignty of the Individual

No working on Sunday? What - even the poor people? Who’ll make brunch? Or park the car? Masturbat… look. What business is this of yours? A sin you you say? Well you can go forth and multiply, my friend. If a chap fancies a hand shandy, that’s between him and his laundry-wallah.
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Sean III: Sergei

“If the cavalry are needed, then you’re already dead.” The Russian was unemotional.
Living the Dream 2 min read Free

Living the Dream. Legless

Two things that will get me to the Doctor are the smell of my own flesh rotting, and sheet lightning pain, so off I went on Monday.
Downtime 2 min read Free

Writer’s Block

For the sake of completeness, it was a game of cricket between New Zealand and England that lasted a full five days, and involved slips in the slips, pulls, hooks, drives and cuts and a fair amount of short legs and silly mid-offs.
Sean 1 2 min read Premium

Sean III.

He put the kettle on, noticing the slight tremor in his hand. It might be his plan, but sitting down with the Chechens was a daunting prospect. Maybe he’d have tea too.
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Sean II. Plotting

“And in return, we let him go?” “No. We make him think we’re letting him go.” She thought for a moment. “Not exactly cricket, John.” “No. Strictly business.” His tone was flat. She’d not realised he was so dispassionate, ruthless even. “Very well. How do we do that?”
Living the Dream 2 min read Free

quo vadis?

And, at the same time, governments created schemes to give huge sums of money to businesses and voters (and close personal friends, of course). A magic trick. Surely? Yes, it is. What those clever politicians did, was print money. They needed money, so they made it up. (Don’t try this at home.)
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