Monthly Archives: March 2016

Sussex Tales (extract) Ash Twig Stomping

51ghEz6lmDL._AA160_At the bottom of the lane I slowed by the small copse that separated our lane from the main farm road. I dropped my bike on the verge and surveyed the woodland’s edge. Fortunately for me this section of frith had yet to be cleared and there were plenty of saplings to be raided. I jumped across the ditch and grabbed onto a young ash standing proud from the mass of newly emerging green. It took only a moment or two to select a couple of growing tips; slender and smooth and grey, their foliage still encased in cool black buds that looked for all the world like the hooves of tiny goats. Continue reading


Peter Coleborn Editorial/Publishing services

I am the editor/publisher of the award-winning Alchemy Press (check out the website to see our range of books). The press has won the British Fantasy Society (BFS) Award for Best Small/Independent …

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Number 42

Peter Coleborn


So there I was, sitting in the phlebotomy clinic’s waiting area waiting for my number to be called. Eventually a phlebotomist asked me: “Are you number 42?”

I said yes, followed her into the blood-letting area and said, “I am the ultimate answer to life, the universe, everything.” There were six phlebotomists who all looked somewhat bemused. “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?” I suggested. They stared at me as if I were raving mad. I shrugged, sat down, and was venesected.

The phlebotomist was new and obviously quite nervous. But she was very good, she didn’t panic (nor did I) and I didn’t feel a thing; not even a tiny prick.

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Cheadle Arts Week Reading Cafe

No16 cafe in Tape Street  hosted an evening of poetry and prose readings last  Friday night as a part of the Cheadle Arts Week.734976_10206052992670989_8706670070623416936_n Continue reading

It’s going to be one of those days…

cakeIt took  me many weeks to get a GP appointment avoiding ‘that’ doctor avoided by everyone unless they are desperate…

So… when I arrive at the surgery only to be informed that  the GP I had booked with was off sick – and off course her list has been transferred to Doc Doom – who always has room exactly  because that Doc is avoided by everyone unless they are desperate…   I was not happy – especially as this exact same thing happened last time I went there. But  the receptionist got me onto another list. Okay – panic over. Continue reading

Alchemy Fiction

Here is a taster of Alchemy Press books. After you’ve read the words, and if you enjoyed them and want to discover more, why not pop over to Amazon (or any other preferred book store) and buy…

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The End of an Era

Misha’s Smart Phone Blues

Traveller in Time

My old phone
Yesterday I bought a new phone. At long last I’ve upgraded myself to the 21st century. My smart phone will do all sorts of things I haven’t yet discovered, including giving me the ability to keep in touch with my family when we travel to the Far East. All to the good, but there is a part of me that feels rather sad.

After all, there was nothing wrong with my dear old Nokia. It’s lived in my handbag for years and it never let me down. Its screen might be a little scratched, but it can still do the basic stuff,  like making calls, taking messages, sending texts. It takes photos too and in theory has an email function, though it and I have never come to grips with that.

Still the time has come to say goodbye. The girl in the EE shop understood. She said it was like saying goodbye to a friend…

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