Deadly Daftodils

BY ROGER WATSON I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of deadly daffodils I took my spade and dug them up In case they make the kiddies ill. I well recall the mass daffodil poisoning of children in the last century. Poorly educated in the ways of the … Continue reading Deadly Daftodils

Earning A Crust in Cornwall

BY MANDY BALDWIN I was standing on a cliff-top in Bude, dressed in nothing but a silver skirt and flip-flops, only a set of bongo-drums between myself and indecency.  The previous night, I’d murdered a man in a jealous frenzy while travelling on a steam-train across Bodmin Moor. As an ice-cream van careered across the cliff, chimes playing ‘Greensleeves’, and I joined six other half-naked … Continue reading Earning A Crust in Cornwall