Captain Cake had gone to sea in a battered and leaking ship. He drank his grog from a bakelite cup. When he walked upon the orlop deck he sang in vulgar Latin, and every morning he made the sailors pray at Matins. The bo’sun had a voodoo doll pierced with many pins.
Entries Tagged as 'Hooting Yard'
Hooting Yard : Poop Deck Vampires
May 1st, 2008 · 1 Comment
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Hooting Yard : Duffel Coat Cuffs
April 17th, 2008 · No Comments
Dear Mr Key : I was minding my own business, sitting on my bench in the attic room of the Mercy Home For Abandoned Infants Made Of Wood, when my attention was drawn to your article entitled Wooden Child And Fiery Serpent And Trees. I should at once make it clear that I am a […]
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Hooting Yard : Fat Horse Brain Media
March 31st, 2008 · No Comments
Tiny Enid knew all there was to know about the capture of ostriches. As we sat together gulping down tumblers of lukewarm tap water, she gave me some tips.
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Hooting Yard : By Aerostat to Hooting Yard - Part 2
March 10th, 2008 · No Comments
What an old slowcoach I was! - so busy rooting around in my haversack that I did not use my eyes. Mopsa was right. I followed her pointing finger and saw a tremendous brickish portal, ornamented with lozenged carvings of quicklime, bilberry and glunt. I had reached my destination. Somewhere behind those gates lurked Burble, […]
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Hooting Yard : By Aerostat to Hooting Yard - Part 1
February 26th, 2008 · No Comments
It had been two years since one of Dobson’s communiques had uprooted me from my rut and catapulted me into frantic adventure; three years before that I had been sent on a mission, ranging over four continents; the year before that embroiled in a world-shattering plot; and there had been at least half a dozen […]
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Hooting Yard : The Blötzmann Technique
February 4th, 2008 · No Comments
Trawling through the various biographical documents which survive, I have found no indication that Tiny Enid ever professed any religious impulses whatsoever, nor, for that matter, any more broadly spiritual leanings. Indeed, all accounts agree that she was a severely practical type of heroic infant, never more essentially herself than when solving very concrete problems, […]
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Hooting Yard : Unaccustomed Competence
January 29th, 2008 · No Comments
Rags, pumps, the sea, and crime. Those are my areas of hard-earned expertise. I learned what little I know in the school of rags and pumps and the sea and crime, that is to say, in everyday, unlettered learning, in the town square of a foul and vinegary seaside resort, under torrential rain, listening, rapt, […]
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Hooting Yard : The Helmet of a Conquistador
January 21st, 2008 · No Comments
Munching a whelk, I turned my attentions to the diagrams themselves. They were fearfully complicated. I am no architect, and at first all I could make out were miriad lines meeting at angles and criss-crossing each other seemingly at random. Most of the diagrams had been subjected to revision, and there was much evidence of […]
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Hooting Yard : Factorum et Dictorum Memorabilium
December 31st, 2007 · No Comments
I have never been a fan of comic books, nor have I developed a taste for graphic novels. I can admire the skill and inventiveness, but somehow I can’t drum up genuine enthusiasm.
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Hooting Yard: Jubilate Agno
December 27th, 2007 · 4 Comments
Jubilate Agno is a long poem by Christopher Smart. It was written between 1758 and 1763, during which time Smart was incarcerated in Mr Potter’s private madhouse in Bethnal Green. He had been admitted there after a stay in St Luke’s Hospital for the Insane, where he had been sent due to a religious mania […]
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