Short Stories to Entertain

My dad was a fella with an Einstein brain from a not so well-off family. The way his brain worked was a wonder. It took him a while to gather his thoughts which kind of suggested he was indecisive which was not the case. When it came to it, he made a choice and stuck right on with it. At fourteen he left school and worked as an apprentice bookbinder of all things. At fifteen he had enough to pay for night school. Electronics was the thing he thought. At sixteen his brother joined him. At eighteen they both qualified. At nineteen in 1940 he was in the RAF mending radios on bombers. His brother mended radios in tanks in the desert and Italy. In 1946 he got married on a whim to a nurse who nursed him. Nothing so romantic as a war wound. An in-growing toena il. In 1950 he was developing radar and early computers. His brother fixed TVs in South Africa after emigrating.     What is all this about you might ask. A life history. In a way for sure but mostly it is about taking the p...

  Raphael Ravenscroft suddenly fires up and fills the speakers of the bedside digital clock. That riff. And what a riff. That infectious sound, a creation of pure genius by the coming together of one of the greatest saxophone players of the modern age and the burgeoning talent of ex busker and Stealers Wheel frontman Gerry Rafferty. Eight in the morning and time to get up. Tommy Tucker, as is his usual practice, wakes but does not turn off the alarm. He always, most definitely always , listens to the entire track. Baker Street containing the best example of passionate saxophone playing. Ever.

    Quite clearly the way forward was do as the boss said. There was no question. He was always right. Lucy Turnbull was not happy though. The system they were installing as far as she was concerned was defective. It left them vulnerable . They had significant value in client s’ funds that needed a very serious degree of protection. The system should have a built - in failsafe but didn’t . That surely was a mistake .            Lucy had worked at the solicitors for a good number of years. The office manager. Organising, arranging , dealing with the constant stream of contrary clients that fell through the door every day. The practice was large with around twenty - six legals , that’s how she referred to them, covering a vast array of fields. And all their support staff. They varied in competence. There were a few that were just simply a pain in the arse. The l egal side of their work was fine, after all, she did not get involved in ...