Posted in Brogue Trader, tagged credit crunch, Fetlock Graves, pole dancing, shag, Shoreditch on November 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The story so far: Awake from his hundred year sleep, Fetlock Graves is attempting to come to the assistance of a young lady in distress.
Fetlock Graves knocked his pipe out in the coal scuttle before filling it once more with his once favourite tobacco which for over a hundred years had hung in a silk [...]
Posted in Brogue Trader, detective story, tagged detective, disguise, Edwardian, Eton collar, Fetlock Graves, gentleman, Moldovan Dark, Norfolk, tobacco on November 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The story so far: After a century’s sleep, Fetlock Graves has been acquainted with his centenarian housekeeper, Spittle, and taken his first glimpse of the modern world.
‘Singular! Most singular!’ Graves muttered to himself. Then a sudden disturbance in the street below caught his attention: a young man running pell-mell between buses, taxis and vans.
‘Aha [...]
Posted in Brogue Trader, detective story, tagged Fetlock Graves, kedgeree, manservant, Sherlock Holmes, Spittle on November 3, 2008 | 1 Comment »
When Fetlock Graves, gentleman detective, awoke that morning, nothing seemed amiss. Bright sunlight streamed through the gap in his bedroom’s heavy, velvet curtains, and from the street outside came the usual din.
Graves’ head felt thick, as if he had over-indulged on opiates the night before, but he could recollect nothing of such excesses. [...]
