It was a big fort, with delightful crenellations, and many flags, and it had the shiniest portcullis outside of Navarre. This was Fort Hoity, sister fort of Fort Toity, and an extremely interesting fort in its own right. For underneath Fort Hoity ran the Puckington Tunnels, those tunnels you may have come across in your [...]
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Hooting Yard: The Puckington Tunnels
June 28th, 2009 · No Comments
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Hooting Yard: Inky Puck Stampings
June 20th, 2009 · No Comments
In his later years, Blodgett amassed a collection of inky puck stampings, kept in an album bound in the starch-stiffened fleece of a lamb. The fleece was spotted with unexplained bloodstains which Blodgett made no attempt to remove. He could have used a patent bloodstain eradication spray goo as manufactured by Don Federico’s Royal And [...]
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Hooting Yard : Vanessa Redgrave And The Revolutionary Space Cadets
June 1st, 2009 · No Comments
The Cow & Pins was a singularly squalid tavern, much frequented by human scum. Once, long ago, it had been a coaching inn, but the construction of an efficient canal system destroyed the coach trade, and bargees passing by aboard their barges upon the canal were a salubrious lot who drank tea from flasks and [...]
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Hooting Yard : Nebuchadnezzar Lives
April 7th, 2009 · No Comments
Bluestocking polymath Dot Tint has a new book out next month, a magisterial study of aquatic birds entitled Dot’s Ducks. There are two very curious things about this hefty hardback, and I think it right that you are made aware of them before shelling out your cash for a copy.
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Hooting Yard : Bruno La Poubelle
March 23rd, 2009 · No Comments
If you have a dinghy, be sure to maintain it properly. Like all seagoing craft, dinghies can suffer from wear and tear which, if allowed to continue unchecked, will imperil their ability to remain afloat, especially in choppy seas or when sucked into a maelstrom.
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Hooting Yard : Monk’s Rhubarb
February 16th, 2009 · No Comments
Timothy appears, & flies come-out.
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Hooting Yard : Aerated Lettucewater
February 10th, 2009 · No Comments
There was once a woodcutter who had a burning sense of injustice. He dwelt in a cottage deep in the forest, where there was plenty of wood for him to cut. A day’s walk to the west was the cottage of a charcoal burner, and a day’s walk to the east was the hovel of [...]
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Hooting Yard : Pectoral
February 3rd, 2009 · No Comments
Splat is a tiny, stricken village in Cornwall, and it was here, on a muggy summer’s day in 19–, that a peasant pushing his barrow of countryside filth along a lane was astonished to encounter a small child roaring and spitting and growling and scrabbling in the muck. Its gender was indeterminate, but its savagery [...]
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Hooting Yard : Henchmen Are From Mars, Damsels Are From A Girly Planet
January 26th, 2009 · No Comments
Prince Fulgencio had a heart of stone and his palace was a palace exceeding glum. No, no, it was not a palace, it was a castle, turreted and towered, with many flags and banners flying, every one of them showing blasphemous heraldic devices.
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Hooting Yard : Downmarket Rags
December 24th, 2008 · No Comments
You’ve got to search for the hero inside yourself, particularly if you are the sort of weedy milksop who gets sand kicked into your face by musclebound beach bullies of pronounced homoerotic tendencies. The search for the hero must be addressed with rigour, and you must not allow yourself to be distracted. That is why [...]
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