Let it never be said that Rishi Sunak is not committed to stopping climate change. I’ll be the first to admit, when I was shown earlier this week that our Prime Minister had granted as many as a hundred new licenses to drill for oil and gas, I was sceptical…

You would think a weary soul would be easy to spot. They’d be the ones at the back, sunken shoulders, sighing constantly, with a sort of “I’d be fine if I died right now” expression on their face. But looks can be deceiving, even when you’ve been in the mortality…

Friday afternoon, you watch the clock tick by slowly, willing it to malfunction and lurch forward to 5PM and the sweet release of the weekend. The energy of the office is dwindling, festering with apathy. Your boss struts up to your desk with a big smile on her face, good…

What’s going on? Where am I? I swear I was just… Well, I don’t know what I was just doing, but it wasn’t this. Whatever this is. I appear to be in a park or a meadow of some kind but everything looks much more flowy, I feel like I’m…

“OOOH OOOH! AAAH! AH!” The gorilla caterwauled as it cascaded through the streets of Central London. Pedestrians ducked and cowered from the source of the cacophony until they were firmly in the wake of the havoc-wreaking 400lb silverback tearing along Oxford Street. Swinging from lampposts and bouncing off taxicab roofs…

I was awoken at 4am by the shrill call of my alarm clock. It was a gift I received several years ago but had sat unused on my desk until yesterday when my mother had advised I set the time. I was glad I did because today was the day…

“This is getting ridiculous!” Babe Ruth exclaimed. “I’ve gotta say something, it feels like I’ve been in purgatory for years!” “Don’t do it, Babe! You’ll get in trouble!” Frank Sinatra replied. “I agree with Frank Sinatra, ja.” said Hitler. “Look, Hitler. You can stay here singing My Way for another…

2030. The scorched remains of what used to be Earth. A lone soldier walks along the barren wasteland, a dangerous place and an even more dangerous man. Danny marched through the smouldering rubble with a gun on his shoulder, Arizona was no place to be seen without protection, either a…

“Bah humbug!” I said, as the last of my factory workers trundled down the cobbled street and out of the cast-iron gates. Life as a Victorian factory owner is never easy, especially at Christmastime, when the production line insist on wearing garish jumpers and playing Ed Sheeran’s Christmas song over…