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 songsContinue reading “CLIP: Cold London Blues by Paul D. Brazill”

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 onContinue reading “CLIP: Kill Me Quick!”


‘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,Continue reading “CLIP: THE LAST LAUGH 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?’Continue reading “CLIP: GUNS OF BRIXTON BY PAUL D. BRAZILL”

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 latestContinue reading “CLIP: A Case Of Noir by Paul D. Brazill”

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 andContinue reading “CLIP: A Bit Of A Pickle by Paul D. Brazill”