I think I’m done here.
It’s been a hell of a lot of fun, and I’ve met some great friends online, but I have other priorities now in my life and although I’ll be sorry to lose this site, I’m hoping to put everything on my back-up site for ‘posterity’ đ (That’s if I can get THAT site to work!)
One last image though.
Chapter 1
âCongratulations, James; itâs about time your talents were recognised.â Straker shook hands with the grey-haired officer who had been his superior for over ten years but a valued mentor for even longer.
âI think they just wanted to keep a closer eye on me, Ed. Iâve been pestering the JCS for months about their inadequate defence systems, and this is one way they can shut me up, or so they think.â James Henderson grinned at the SHADO Commander. âWhat do they say; if you canât beat them, join them? I intend pestering them even more once I get inside their group.â
Continue readingThis was written in 2010 and posted on a couple of fanfiction sites until I deleted it for a specific reason. I’d completely forgotten about it until last weekend and it took a serious search through numerous old drives and so on before I located the original file. It runs to 57,000 words which is a decent novel length so I have put it on my Mac and converted the file to Pages and I’m starting work on it. I have only the haziest memory of the events but I do know I enjoyed writing it.
Yes, its hugely flawed but it was written 14 years ago so I hope I have improved since then!
I’ve just added Ford’s Left Shoe to the archive. I spent several hours the other day tidying up the site (which was a lot easier than actually trying to post something!) and I couldn’t find the story anywhere. Maybe it’s lurking in the dark void of long forgotten UFO stories! If I find the original posting, I’ll delete this one. Hopefully this year I’ll get round to re-writing FarSight and The Shepherd and finally finishing the Hallowe’en story I started a couple of years ago!
A UFO Story
©LtCdr Jan 2013
Keith Ford looked around the refectory with a frown; the busiest time of the day and no tables free. He didnât like sitting with the medical staff who had a tendency to talk shop while they were eating. There was one table where he might sit; a table for four yet with only one place occupied. It would do. At least he would not have to listen to another discussion about analysing time of death in aliens. He had not eaten liver and onions since then. He approached the table, tray in hand.
Continue readingFluff. (Fluff. Christmas fluff!)
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. (Fluff but not quite so fluffy)
An Unexpected Guest   (Not much fluff)
One Wish at Christmas (No fluff here at all!!!)
They travelled back to headquarters in one of the transporters; Freeman in the middle seat, squashed between Straker and the driver, James Watson, a burly Londoner. They would have caught the train, but thereâd been a derailment on the main line while theyâd been in the meeting and the lines had ground to a halt. Strakerâs only response to the news had been to call HQ and commandeer a vehicle to take them back to base: a mobile or maybe one of the company coaches, but it could have been worse. At least the transport was brand new, still with that ânewâ smell to it.
Continue readingDesigning costumes for a futuristic science fiction programme brings its own difficulties. How will fashions have changed in a century, or a millennium even? The designers of costumes in UFO had an even harder task in some respects â to look a mere decade or so into the future and imagine how the current fashions of the late 60âs would have developed.
Continue readingThe Shepherd ‘edits’ are underway – finally – but it will be quite a few months before I am finished. And once that story is done, I am going to work on “The Needs of the Many” and get that ‘published’ in paperback as well. As a ‘prequel’ to the series I think it works very well and maybe one day I will write a sequel, set after the alien menace has been defeated. And maybe Straker will finally get to go home.
T
© Ltcdr. 21.09.2019
The events in this story occur shortly after the episode âMindbenderâ.
Chapter 1
Straker dropped his suitcase in the boot, lamenting the mechanics that denied him the satisfaction of slamming the lid down again. A minimum of ten days enforced medical leave ahead of him because his psyche report was five points down. If Jackson had delayed the tests for just a couple of days or so, he would have been fine; back to normal, the nightmares and sleepwalking a mere inconvenience that would disappear. Eventually.
But no. Five points. He scowled and opened the car door, slipping behind the wheel and starting the engine before he noticed his briefcase lying half-hidden on the floor beneath the passenger seat where he had thrown it earlier in a rare fit of pique. A quick grin. Theyâd forgotten about that: laptop, files, phone. All he needed to keep up with work. He still had the incident report to finish, though Henderson wasnât pushing, at least not this time, and they were both a little more tolerant now.
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