CLIP: Cold London Blues by Paul D. Brazill

Cold London Blues (CLB) is a blackly comic slice of pulp fiction (or Punk Fiction, if you fancy!) published by indie publisher Caffeine Nights Publishing.  CLB is a follow up to my book Guns Of Brixton (GOB) – a violent gangster romp, a sweary Ealing Comedy. With GOB, I used the titles of Clash songs

A CLIP From Cold London Blues

Over at the ALL DUE RESPECT blog you can get a little taster of COLD LONDON BLUES, if you’re that way inclined. Check it out here.

CLIP: Kill Me Quick!

‘He changed stations and found a phone in talk show. The host and callers were discussing the upcoming Seatown elections. It was getting pretty heated. ‘One of my old teachers is standing in this election,’ said Mark. ‘A bloke called Pike.’ ‘Aha,’ said Roy. He slowed at a zebra crossing and drummed his fingers on

CLIP: THE LAST LAUGH BY PAUL D. BRAZILL

‘The early-morning sun eased through the cluttered record shop’s grubby windows and blanched its contents. Flecks of dust floated in the thick air and a scratched copy of The Best of The Eagles leaked out of the paint-flecked sound system. Fat Roy leant back against the stained formica counter, inhaling a spliff. As he farted,

CLIP: The Bucket List by Paul D. Brazill

He grabbed the remainder of Butler’s corpse by the legs and dragged it along to a gap in the railings, leaving a snaking trail of blood. He checked once again to see that no one was watching. It was just after dawn and everywhere was deserted. Out at sea, a lone fishing boat, adorned with

CLIP: GUNS OF BRIXTON BY PAUL D. BRAZILL

‘Right annoying fucker though, that Half-Pint Harry. Eh, Kenny? Non-stop motor mouth, he was. Gob-shite Geordie twat,’ said Big Jim as they put the body in the Jaguar’s boot and slammed the lid shut. ‘He wasn’t a Geordie,’ said Kenny, resting on a barrel and wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. ‘Eh?’

CLIP: A Case Of Noir by Paul D. Brazill

‘ The bookshop was jam-packed and stuffy. The wine and conversation were overflowing in equal measure. Keith Jarrett’s ‘Standards’ played numbly in the background as a veritable cornucopia of crime fiction writers of various levels of success held court in different parts of the room, shuffling nervously behind tables cluttered with copies of their latest

CLIP: A Bit Of A Pickle by Paul D. Brazill

‘The ghost of a Petula Clark song drifted into The Bag O’ Nails through a partly open window. A shard of sunlight sliced through the blinds, picking out specks of dust that floated in the air. An old electric kettle boiled in another room. A refrigerator hummed. A dishwasher chugged dully. A mangy black and

CLIP: Death On A Hot Afternoon

There’s an excerpt from Death On A Hot Afternoon over at, fellow  member of The Hardboiled Collective, Bruce DeSilva’s place.