The Mike Robbins blog

  A yearning Errol slammed the car door and hunched himself against the slanting rain. He crossed the bleak car park towards the lobby of ...

Strange places. High places. It was after six and the winter daylight had gone. I dropped the others and drove home. The pavements had that ...

The next UK government will inherit a mess, but not as bad as Clement Attlee did in 1945. Yet the Attlee government not only coped. It made ...

A dislocation... “We’ll go to Nidden for the summer,” my wife told me. “You can write your paper there. We can swim in the Baltic and you ca...

A short story Grandpa’s 90. He doesn’t move much anymore. He sits in his dressing-gown by the window and looks out on the street. He used to...