Alan Parkinson

“I don’t give a toss about the law. What do you think is paying for this house, your poxy job at the hairdressers? Where do you think your car came from? Do you think the garage was giving them away? No? Exactly. I paid for them and how I earn my money is nobody’s business … More Leg It (Chapter Sixteen)

“See you tomorrow, gorgeous.”  Dominic gave Tracy one last kiss on the cheek and let his hand slip out of hers as he headed along the path. He waved from the garden gate and then strolled to the back lane which was the shortcut to his home.  Dominic Ledger had been seeing Tracy Cole for … More Leg It (Chapter Fifteen)

It was the usual Catholic wedding, went on a bit too long and there was a lot of hymn singing, or miming in my case. At one point the sun had come through the stained-glass windows, bathing Bernie’s white dress in a rainbow of colours, she looked gorgeous. A number of ‘oohs’ ands ‘aahhs’ rang … More Leg It (Chapter Fourteen)

“Bless you my child.” “Fuck off, you freak.”  David Brodie didn’t bat an eyelid and continued on his path. Followed by half a dozen would be disciples he approached his next convert. “Arise my son. You can now walk.”  He removed his hands from the head of the teenager who had been sat on the … More Leg It (Chapter Thirteen)

“Hello Geordie, long time no see.” Mike Teale welcomed an old friend.  Mike was in his late forties, overweight, but immaculately dressed. His black hair was slicked back; he wore grey slacks and a navy blazer over a pale blue shirt and yellow tie. His brand-new Mercedes SLK was parked outside. There was a small … More Leg It (Chapter Twelve)

“I might as well talk to the bloody wall. A class of thirty kids and not a sign of life from any of them.”  A copy of the Guardian rustled at the other end of the room. Someone marked off one of the last days on the 1985 calendar.  “It can’t always have been like … More Leg It (Chapter Eleven)

Cold, uncaring eyes stared out from the Polaroid pictures on the wall. Davison, Ingham and Tomma all had their mug shots up there. Joined by a number of arrows and black lines. The eyes were no colder in the Polaroid of Nick Couzens lying, blood covered, on the pavement. D.I. Carter was a confused and … More Leg It (Chapter Ten)

mutated after my dad had taken a hot knife to his eye socket, was all it took. The chirpy, footballer turned personality, however, still grinned insanely through his deformity. … More Leg It (Chapter Nine)

mutated after my dad had taken a hot knife to his eye socket, was all it took. The chirpy, footballer turned personality, however, still grinned insanely through his deformity. … More Leg It (Chapter Eight)