Biography

A hundred moments in autism - playing darts

I stand in line with the 20, dart in hand, lean forward slightly, and hold the dart so that is in front of my eyes, bend the elbow back and throw,...
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A hundred moments in autism - Terrence Oblong’s Messy handwriting

It was the start of the new school year. I was excited. I was now really old, I was eight, which was nearly double figures. However, as I joined my...
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A hundred moments in autism - Terrence goes to Tescos

I am home alone for the bank holiday weekend, with Mrs Oblong away rehearsing with her comedy partner. I spend the weekend slobbing about in the same...
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A hundred moments in autism - Terrence Oblong's feet

I am alone, watching TV after a tough day at work. Mrs Oblong is out, being hilarious somewhere (she’s a stand-up comic). To help me unfurl, I remove...

Splinters uit die Vuur

Ancient Folklore of the San People of the Namib and Kalahari Original Afrikaans and German from oral Khoisan tradition Temporary withheld due to...

rise of the wild cats

Set in the gritty, subculture-clashed streets of North Watford in the early 1980s, this story is a visceral coming-of-age memoir centred on the rise of the Leavesden Wild Cats. The narrative follows Stuart Rodgers, a thick-set sixteen-year-old whose life is measured in school yard scraps and the rhythmic thrum of rockabilly. Alongside his best friend and "architect" of the gang, Peter Carter—a wiry, pompadoured leader with a predatory gaze—Stuart navigates a world where identity is forged through leather jackets, "brothel creeper" shoes, and a fierce territorial loyalty. Author’s Note: Originally compiled as a collection of short stories in 2025, this project has been reimagined and expanded into a full-length memoir following critical acclaim. This edition incorporates new material and refined narrative arcs based on reader feedback.
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How Terribly Strange to Be Seventy - A Short Ramble

I read a magazine article that told me we develop ‘old people smell’ by the age of 70. Granted, the article was trying to sell me a fifteen dollar...
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Valentine Day's Massacre

I first got married on Valentine’s Day. That massacred the commercial celebration for me forever! I’m not bitter, but perhaps I should explain… It’s...

Picture Imperfect

Sometimes, a call can be heard. A call to return, to try again. Sometimes, it should be allowed to echo. A fateful encounter, long ago, caught in a...

Money, Money Money

From Chigwell to London. (image from https://breweryhistory.com/wiki )
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