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Extracts and work in progress, published 6 September 2023.


The Ballad of William Shears
Everyone calls me Paul these days, but my name is William Shears.

Twenty Years Ago. Maybe More. Maybe Less. Inside the M25.
Outside my window, the tree line is peppered with bright-coloured parakeets, picked out against the grey sky.

The New New Guy.
The worker bees only knew something had gone sideways when Director Hakiro broke with protocol.
The Dead Famous.
For the first three years of my life, I lived with my mother and father in a single room above a bakery.
Beanz à la Ringo and Other Recipes.
Serves one Beatle.