Drones Club

March was a deuce of a stretch, given the passing of Polly's mother and the financial evisceration of her father's automotive dealer...

The rainclouds having retreated, it was once again time to busy my fingers in the earth. Fashion begins with foundation, as they say, so I o...

As I described previously, some of the boys discovered an old bottle of Sodium Pentothal in a hidden drawer disguised as a regular plank-end...

It's been going well at the Dude and Catastrophe lately. Last night the boys found a bottle of truth serum* inside a hidden compartment ...

The métier of my advanced years, that is. I enjoy nothing more than pulling into the pub around eight in the morning, polishing the brass an...

Eight o'clock in the morning, January 1st, 2007, saw the doors of the Dude and Catastrophe swing wide open for all the world! Well, in t...

Ray called today. As usual, all previous arrangements stood up, did a curious pirouette, and landed facing completely different directions. ...