Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Dancing With Myself: JOSH STALLINGS interviews JOSH STALLINGS


I'm surfacing for air.

First of all, I'd like to apologise to anyone who has been expecting something for me or who has felt some alloofness from me of late.  I can only say that it's nothing personal.  Nothing I'm managing to control. 

It seems the only things I can do at the moment are the those in the category of 'avoiders', so stuff I'm supposed to do feels impossible to reach.

The explanation is simple, the death of one of my closest and longest established friends.  Maybe I'm allowing myself to wallow, but it sure is sucking the light from me.

One of the things I've done to avoid 'duties' is to put together a collection of my poetry as a memorial to him.  He took the photo on the cover and features in the work 'Inside The Head Of Summertime Number 9A' (for me, naming a poem is like finding a handle for an imaginary band for which I'm the imaginary singer and occasional guitarist/sax voice).  If there's money there, it will go to a memorial for Greg.  It's mainly to help his distant friends in the States to contibute in some way, but if you like poetry there'll be something in there for you.

It's called Busted Flat.

Another of my distractions has been making a short collection of children's poems for the kindle.  That one's called 'The Day My Coat Stuck On My Head' (see previous note).

Other duties I'm not really managing are the pushing of the amazingly wonderful Pulp Ink anthology (almost 100 copies sold in the opening fortnight) and even my own Beat On The Brat (which sinks like a stone).

I'd like to thank the people who've given me support over the last week and a half.  Tweets, retweets, messages, doing the work I should be doing, encouragement, sypathy etc have all been appreciated and have really made sure I'm still waving, not drowning.

And here's one of those guys.  He's showing me that the show must go on.

When I read Out There Bad I was blown away by the pure energy of the book.  Loved it. 

And here he is, the amazing Josh Stallings.

Run for cover.

The Pogues are rattling the windows as I enter Mr Stallings’ office.  It is a nice apartment over a garage, sink, fridge, bed, bath.  Not really the place one expects rage driven hard boiled prose to pour from.  Sitting at a desk the man himself is pounding keys and bouncing his head to the beat of Celtic punk.  I ask if I am late, is he ready for the interview.

            “This the part where I tell you a bunch of crap to make you interested enough in me to push my books right?  Well fuck it.  I have made only one deal with myself as far as writing, I will tell the truth no matter how it makes me look.  I look at the description of my office and want to start explaining that it is miles from the poverty I came up in.  I want to tell you about the broom closet I typed in when I was a young man trying to support a family.  But that is all my hoping I still have street cred, fuck that.  I remember sitting in a Unitarian Universalist church wearing a heavy gold ID bracelet that had been my grandfather’s.  I wore it hoping to fit in with what I perceived as rich folks.  Only old money Pasadena don’t flash that way.  Only ghetto rich boys slather on the gold hoping you won’t notice how poor they feel.  From that day to this I have been lucky.  I have worked as a film advertising editor and over time I have gathered a sack of shekels.  When I was poor I wanted to be sure you thought I was rich, now that I’ve got a few bucks I want to be sure you know I came up hard.

            What has this to do with writing?  Fucked if I know.  I think that it may have everything to do with it.  Moses McGuire is the character I write about.  He stands in for me, he is who I would have become if life had gone hard.  In novels, blah blah blah… Insert writerly bullshit here please. 

            Truth is - my son is a heroin addict - last week I found out he’d stolen my laptop and guitar - last week I asked him to leave and not come back - last week I lost all hope that it would turn out ok.  I looked back over the years, twenty five of them spent loving him and being his father.  And at this moment, this is how it turned out.  The first fifteen years being his father were brilliant, bright shiny days.  My wife and I loved raising him.  I worked, she stayed home.  He never came home to the empty house I did.  No one ever left him sitting on the curb whilst the school emptied out and janitors moved in.  Never, not once did he wonder if the lights would turn on or worry that there wasn’t enough dinner to go around.  Or enough love to go around.

            He wasn’t abused, beaten, neglected or tormented.  What he was, was dealt a fucked up genetic hand of cards.  He is fifth generation addict.  He is the son of a manic depressed alcoholic mad man.  He is brilliant and cynical.  He stole from me.  He is gone.”

            Josh gets quiet.  Looks out the window.  The Pogues play “If I Should Fall From Grace With God.”  Josh’s face is slack.  He has gone someplace we aren’t invited to.  He waits until the song is done before he speaks.

            “This is not what you were expecting I can tell.  I’m having a hard time separating pieces of my life right now, it is all a bit mushy.  Ok, here is another truth.  This afternoon I took a long nap with Cosmo our new puppy on my lap.  He and Riddle the kitten love to tear up the house playing come-and-get-me-and-I’ll-bite-your-face-off, unless you cry and then I’ll lick you.  It is all very fierce and funny.  My wife and I laugh our asses off watching them play.  Cosmo sleeps nestled down between us, Riddle wraps himself into the pile and we are a happy bed full of loving.

            Last week I was riding my motorcycle a bit aggressively and when traffic stopped, I went down and broke my ankle.  My wife’s deep rage at motorcycles led to a week of her barely speaking to me.  And my son is gone.  And we kiss.  And we laugh.

            This is how rich writing needs to be to capture my attention.  A novel is a lot of long hours to write, hell as a dyslexic it is a lot of hours just to read, and if it isn’t a full complex stew of life then I’m not sure why you do it.  I have worked as a screen writer, and the big deal was always to distill your idea down to one powerful sentence.  As a trailer editor I get that from a marketing stand point.  It comes down to how are we going to sell this with a few words on a poster.  But that is marketing’s problem.  As writers we are charged to tell the complicated messy tragically funny truth.  Moses McGuire fights to defend women of the strip club world.  He cares for them.  Loves them.  Uses them.  He is broken and flawed and strong and complete.  Somewhere in his revved up, blood stained, powder burned, sex soaked world I struggle to tell the truth.”

            I thank Josh for the interview, as I am walking out he call to me -

            Beautiful, Naked & Dead.”


            “That’s the name of my first book.”

            I know.

            “Yeah, but your readers may not, so tell them.  Second book is Out ThereBad.” 

            As I walk down the driveway I hear celtic punk music and the loud pounding of keys.


Saturday, 27 August 2011


Pulp Ink Codename: Blind Pew

Scrabble Value – 16

Scissors, Paper, Stone – fist

Footwear Danger – Buckled (8 points)

Favourite Weapon - cutlass

Specialist weapon – plank

Lonely Hearts – last lover broke her hearties

Thursday, 25 August 2011


Pulp Ink Codename : Tex Minx

Scrabble Value – 28

Scissors, Paper, Stone –  stone

Footwear Danger – tiger paws (10 points)

Favourite Weapon – the creature under the bed

Specialist weapon – a sword taken from a stone

Lonely Hearts –  legend looking for perfect cheeks to fill seat at round table

Tuesday, 23 August 2011


Pulp Ink Codename: the Destroyer
Scrabble Value – 26
Footwear Danger – sandals (2 points)
Favourite Weapon - laser
Special Power - prophecy
Lonely Hearts – rather good looking chap (awesome bod) seeks similar
Nemesis – Zues
Careful – the man’s a lyre

Friday, 19 August 2011

Dancing With Myself: MATT HILTON interviews MATT HILTON

It's been a great week, watching Pulp Ink hatch, dry its wings and make its first attempts at flight.  I'd like to thank all those who've been out there posting up photos and links and reviews - it's appreciated greatly and such projects probably wouldn't happen without that kind of support.

After 4 days out there, we'd managed almost 60 sales.  That's pretty amazing, though when you think about who's in it it's no real surprise.  We're still in that Mystery - Short Stories chart and long may that coninue.

I'll be having a restful weekend in London over the weekend, wife and children remaining at home, so there won't be any more Pulp Trumps till Monday.

Today, we have another writer in their best dancing shoes.  Please welcome Matt Hilton.


Q. Your sixth book in the Joe Hunter thriller series –Dead Men’s Harvest - has just been published on 18th August, but for those of us who haven’t read any of the books before can you tell us a little about Joe Hunter?
A. Yeah, sure. Joe Hunter was once a black-ops assassin working for a covert hit squad named Arrowsake, whose role it was to locate and take out terrorists and crime lords. But following 9/11 and the change in the face of modern counterterrorism his team was duly disbanded and the surviving members let loose in the world. Having all these skills Joe couldn’t just sit by and watch people in his hometown targeted by criminals, and took the fight to the bad guys on their behalf. Becoming the man to go to if you’ve got a problem, he was soon waging his own war on the drug dealers and violent gang members around the north of England. However, when his half brother John went missing in the USA, Hunter followed him there, and teamed up with his old Arrowsake buddy, Jared ‘Rink’ Rington to search for John. He didn’t realise that his brother was on the run from the mob, or that he’d fallen into the crosshairs of a serial killer known as Tubal Cain, for the love of his weapon of choice: cutting instruments. Those events were detailed in the first book in the series – Dead Men’s Dust. Since book one, Hunter decided to stay in the States and continue his fight against the criminals of the world. He now works as a body guard cum trouble shooter and sometimes PI.

Q. So Joe Hunter’s a Brit in the USA?

A. Yeah, there are a couple reasons I chose to place all of his adventures in the US. First off, the US is such a massive country with so many diverse cultures and locations in which to set the books, I couldn’t resist. It is such a huge theatre, where you can have massive cities, small towns, sprawling mountain ranges, deserts, snow scapes, semi-tropical swamps, and all under a single banner. The diverse locations can actually set the tone, and build the action, of a book, and I wanted lots to choose from. Also, my aim was to make the books international in appeal, and for the reasons I just mentioned, didn’t think that the UK was big enough to contain them. I was also looking to develop a new character or hero for the British public. There are a number of British authors writing and setting their books in the US, but I didn’t know of one whose actual character was British to boot. I wanted to put Hunter a little out of his depth, and to have that “Englishman abroad” mentality to invade the books. Much of the humour I try to leaven the dark bouts of violence with come from Hunter’s verbal sparring matches with Rink, where they tend to poke fun at each other.

Q. Are the Joe Hunter thrillers published in the US and if so, do the readers there ever mention if you’ve got their country right?

A. Yes, I’m fortunate to be published in the US by William Morrow and Company, part of Harper Collins. The third and fourth books – “Slash and Burn” and “Cut and Run” – are due out later this year, and are behind in the publishing schedule happening here in the UK. It has helped me having an American editor in that he picks up on some of the terms and dialogue that doesn’t translate well into American English. The versions of the books on sale in the US are Americanised (or should that be Americanized?) for the US market, and are marginally less gritty than the Brit editions from Hodder and Stoughton. The US readers are very kind to me, and I don’t get too many complaints. My answer is that Joe Hunter narrates the books, so any faults are his. I write with my tongue firmly in cheek, and Joe is quite self-deprecating and has an ironic wit, but occasionally my US readers translate it as egotism. That isn’t my intention whatsoever.

Do you travel to the US in order to conduct research?
A. I have been to the States now on a number of occasions, and am soon going to St Louis, Missouri, for this year’s World Mystery Convention (Bouchercon). While I’m there, I’m forever taking notes, but it’s more for the little things like popular brand names and shopping outlets etc. For most of my research I rely on the Internet and Google Earth, as well as on the books I’ve read and the movies I’ve watched. Before the first Joe Hunter book was published, I’d never been to America, but thought that I’d best rectify that so I wasn’t so much of a fraud. This will be my seventh trip Stateside.

Q. You’re an ex policeman, yet you write about an ex soldier: how did that come about?

A. The short answer is I didn’t want to write about my day job. The long answer is that I had written other books with cops or PIs as the protagonist and they floundered in a sea of thousands of other similar manuscripts doing the rounds of agents and publishers. I decided to go back to the drawing board and come up with a new plan. I intended developing a character with enough of a past that would give him the skills necessary to survive the kind of adventures he has, and decided he had to be military. I gave him a fictional military background, but it is based somewhat on reality, as well as a what if? scenario.

Q. Which brings us back to Arrowsake. Where exactly in Japan is Arrowsake?

A. It isn’t. It’s in Scotland and is a mispronunciation of the original OSS training base at Arisaig. I wanted to pay homage to the old-time warriors who trained under Captain Fairbairn and are the progenitors of modern military close quarter combat.

Q. Although your writing styles are very different, obvious comparisons with Lee Child’s Jack Reacher come to mind. Did Reacher influence the creation of Joe Hunter

A. It’s a common misconception. The answer is no. When I set out to write the first Joe Hunter book in 2005 I had not yet discovered Lee Child’s books. My inspirations then were Don Pendleton’s Mack Bolan (The Executioner), Saul Grisman from David Morrell’s “Brotherhood of the Rose”, and also a rewrite of two previous characters I’d created, one called Andra Kendrick who was a kind of wandering swordsman righting wrongs, and Phil Ellis, a PI and ex boxer in the UK. I have now obviously read a number of Lee’s superb books and can see why people would assume I based Hunter on Reacher. In fact my “Slash and Burn” and Lee’s “Worth Dying For” are very similar books in places, and I’m only glad that I wrote SAB first – otherwise people might have come to the wrong conclusion. That isn’t to say Lee copied me – heaven forbid! – just that we both write in the same genre so there’s bound to be similarities. However, there are major differences too. Whereas Reacher is a giant and force of nature, Hunter is your medium-sized, medium-looking guy, who just happens to have the tools to kick ass in the same way as Reacher does. Reacher is a loner, but Hunter relies heavily on his best pals, Rink and Harvey Lucas. Reacher is very intelligent and analytical, whereas Hunter is compulsive and often flies off on one without considering the outcome. Reacher is an ex major and MP, whereas Hunter was a sergeant and a squaddie. Reacher is American and Hunter English. Really all they share is that they’re both military trained and put the bad guys in their place. However, that isn’t to say I’m not thrilled to bits to be mentioned in the same sentence as Lee Child. Of course I am. Lee Child really is the daddy of my genre, not to mention one of the nicest and most supportive people you’re likely to meet, and I respect him (and Reacher) very much.

Q. What differentiates Hunter and Rink from other duos in crime thrillers? I’m thinking Elvis Cole and Joe Pike (Robert Crais), Myron Bolitar and Win (Harlan Coben), and other partnerships in fiction.

A. I think the major difference here is that of those that come to mind the sidekick is often the sociopathic silent killer, whereas there is a role reversal going on with Hunter and Rink. Although Rink is a very dangerous man in his own right, he’s also Hunter’s conscience and voice of reason. Hunter narrates the books, but in another author’s hands perhaps he would have been the sidekick and Rink the lead man.

Q. Joe is a tough guy with a heart, you make that quite clear…

A. Yeah, although he does occasionally come over as a little uncompromising in his treatment of the bad guys, he has strong morals and a code of honour. He doesn’t make war on women and children, doesn’t harm anyone who doesn’t deserve it. He will stand up against injustice for those who are unable to do so for themselves. Basically, at the heart of him, he hates any form of bullying. He’s also incredibly loyal to his friends and family.

Q. Not to mention kick-ass at fighting. You’re a martial artist aren’t you? 
A. Yeah, I’ve trained in various forms of unarmed combat since I was a lad. I started off boxing but didn’t care for being punched in the face that much, so moved on to Shotokan and Kyokushinkai karate, then Kempo and Ju-Jitsu. I attained 4th Dan black belt in the latter two. I even fought in the fledgling mixed martial arts scene back in the mid-Nineties when it was still bare knuckle and fought on mats. I try to use the knowledge I’ve gained to add realism to the fight scenes in the Joe Hunter books, though I have to dirty up the scenes for realism. I don’t consider myself a tough guy, but I’ve been in a few scraps either against trained opponents, or during my careers in security and the police force, and more than the moves themselves I attempt to use the emotions of a stressful situation to make the action scenes more realistic.

Q. So…tell us a little more about Joe Hunter’s latest adventure.

A. Dead Men’s Harvest is the sixth book in the series, and is a loose sequel to book one. I left some threads deliberately hanging in that one, as I wanted to revisit them later in the series. The blurb for the book goes: “The Harvestman is back! And determined to wreak revenge on Joe Hunter. When Rink is ambushed by a team of highly skilled killers, Joe is pretty sure his friend is being used as bait. And the intended prey is Hunter himself. Joe has to go 'off radar' to rescue his friend. Their deadly game of cat and mouse reaches its climax on the rusty hulk of The Queen Sofia - a container ship used by human traffickers - moored off the North Carolina coast where Joe's ex-sister-in-law is being held hostage. Against overwhelming odds, and amid a ferocious storm, Joe comes face to face with his old enemy Tubal Cain.”

Q. So what’s next for Joe Hunter and Matt Hilton?

A. Hunter will return in ‘No Going Back’ next February, with more books to come. I’m currently contracted to write nine books in the series and – fingers crossed – many more. There will also be a Joe Hunter short story anthology called “Six of the Best” coming out exclusively as an eBook early next year. For Matt Hilton, there’ll be many more hours at the computer. I’ve just finished the draft of Joe Hunter eight, and am already mulling ideas round for book nine.

Q. Thanks Matt.

A. No. Thank you Matt.

The Joe Hunter series:

1. Dead Men’s Dust

2. Judgement and Wrath

3. Slash and Burn

4. Cut and Run

5. Blood and Ashes

6. Dead Men’s Harvest

You can learn more about Matt Hilton and Joe Hunter at  and  and on Facebook and Twitter ( @MHiltonauthor ). Matt also co-edits the fiction E-Zine Thrillers, Killers ‘n’ Chillers at  

Thursday, 18 August 2011


Pulp Ink Codename: The Worm
Scrabble Value – 35
Scissors, Paper, Stone – Paper
Footwear Danger –  caterpillar boots (8 points)
Favourite Weapon – lumbricus
Favourite drink – tequila

Nemesis - The Spade
Lonely Hearts – looking to worm his way into your life

Wednesday, 17 August 2011


Pulp Ink Codename:   Hey, Garland

Scrabble Value – 13

Scissors, Paper, Stone – Scissor

Footwear Danger –  Kickers ‘Clown’ (5 points)

Favourite Weapon – hard stare  

Specialist weapon – the sulk

Lonely Hearts – cry me a bucket

MOst recent purchase - The Chaos We Know, Keith 'Rawhide' Rawson


Busy days here in the Sea Minor camp.

There have been a series of Brit Grit releases and articles including the very pleasing indeed 'A Good Day' by Darren Sant (with an prologue and epilogue that work spectaculary well as bread for the meat in this wonderful sandwich), an article by Paul D Brazill over at Ashedit and a release by Paul of the collection 'Brit Grit' (including the ridiculously great Guns Of Brixton), something we've been waiting for now for a good while. 

And there's been the release of Pulp Ink, of course, which is creating small trails around the internet for you to follow. 

I'll be dropping in the Pulp Trumps over the next week for you to cut out and collect, but in the meantime, back to the dance.  Here for your education is Vincent McCaffrey, so listen up.

Q: Mr. McCaffrey, your first book, HOUND, was published in 2009. Now you've written a sequel, A SLEPYNG HOUND TO WAKE. But you've been a bookseller of all sorts of genres, fiction and non-fiction, for over forty years. Why did you choose the mystery as the vehicle for your first books?

A: Mysteries are, far and away, the largest selling genre in the book market, both in sales and in the number of titles. What I actually wanted to write about was the death of the book, just the unnatural end of a 500 hundred year-old history of that medium of art, but a deadly subject by itself, and I needed a stage to dramatize the murder.

Q: Okay, one thing at a time. Why do you think that's true--why do people like mysteries so much?

A: By test results, year upon year, history is the weakest part of our public education. Not math, with which many people, like myself, have a difficult time. Not science, a cold-blooded craft. Not English or the component parts of any other language. The technology of everyday life is passed on fairly well in our schools. But as a world society--and most particularly in both in Europe and the United States--we produce very bright people who have no clue about their own past. This is what makes it possible to repeatedly make the same mistakes over and again. It's a cause of war. It's a cause of failed nations. It's the cause of failed marriages.

Q: History? But I asked you about mysteries...

A: So you did. As if mysteries spring forth in any soil, without seed or cause. But I'm getting to that. And I think this is one thing some people object to most in my own books. I don't cut to the chase. I spend time on the history of the lives that are being lived or lost. Perhaps too much for such small stories. Just one life lost, or two. But I believe lives are important and must be made important or else the loss is meaningless.

Q: I'm not sure the philosophy behind your mysteries is all that important to readers. Don't they just want to be entertained? Isn't the mystery essentially an entertainment?

A: Yes. So it is. And I'm trying to tell you why it entertains. We are entertained by magicians who make things appear and disappear and appear again, knife throwers who avoid impaling their subjects, small men riding large beasts at race tracks, and the most inane television shows. Many people will give up twenty years of their lives watching television! Yet, it's all part of the same fabric. The passage of time. And that brings me back to the subject of History.

Q: How so?

A: By the absence of a past, or the past. You see, don't you? We are each aware of our own self-ignorance, even subconsciously. Not knowing is the greater part of life, of course. And we each know very little about anything, after all--and collectively, we know even less, because we are sharing more ignorance than knowledge, and this pooled misinformation so often obscures the few facts we have gleaned. Something answered, something actually found out, gives us entertainment by offering a small grasp on our own lives.

Q: I don't see the connection. What about the death of the Book?

A: Give it a moment. And in the mean time, I'll bring in another part of the mystery. Religion.

Q: No. No! No one wants to talk about religion.

A: But we do. All of us. Everyday. We have relabeled it all very neatly to avoid confrontation, but we are all very concerned with it. Perhaps we believe in politicians instead of priests. We often believe in dogma instead of truth. We ignore facts, which are unpleasant, in favor of lies which make us feel better. Some of us find solace in books. We find answers to questions we forgot to ask along the way. We find someone willing to talk to us about matters we care about--like what has happened to the book, and why.

Q: I'm getting tired. I just wanted to know why you write mysteries.

A: But I've told you!...Starting again with that last thing. With religion. Our various faiths have so far guided mankind through all of its short history. For good and ill. But religion has now failed to offer answers to an ever increasing number of questions raised by science. The essential nature of the human mind is captured in a single word: why? Science, though historically speaking only at the very beginnings of its quest, has already produced more questions than it can deal with, and religion is doing nothing to relieve the burden. Math, by giving you the equation for boiling water, will tell you how to fry an egg--but a simple observation by only one of the several of our human senses will give you a usable answer far more quickly. Science offers an awareness of the vastness of time, but gives no beginning or end to it. The only definitive history any of us might know in detail is that of own short lives. Yet few of us know key events, such as when we were conceived, or why, and none of us will know when we actually die.

Q: You've lost me.

A: Essentially, a mystery is a story that entertains by offering solutions to problems that lack math. Just as our lives lack math. If you are told that the reason a person kills is thus and so, you might argue. If you are shown the process, you are more likely to understand. Understanding something about life and death--even just one life and death--gives reassurance. It's a process as old as the campfire--good and evil defined.

Q: So,...what you are telling me is, you write mysteries because you're a Boy Scout, and you don't understand why people don't read books anymore.

A: Well, essentially, yes. I suppose.

So now you know.

No excuses.

Tuesday, 16 August 2011


Pulp Ink Codename: Icarus

Scrabble Value – 20

Scissors, Paper, Stone –  light

Footwear Danger – biker boots (8 points)

Favourite Weapon – Jimmy

Specialist weapon – seeing the soul

Lonely Hearts – 

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

And weep afresh love's long-since cancell'd woe,

And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight.

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.


Pulp Ink Codename: Jack Door

Scrabble Value – 31

Scissors, Paper, Stone – map

Footwear Danger – well travelled hiking boots (6 points)

Favourite Weapon - soldering iron (9)

Specialist weapon – a flock of tiny crows

Lonely Hearts – looking for loaf

Back to #16 and rising.  Go on, kick us up a spot or two.


Pulp Ink Codename:  Duke Of Earl
Scrabble Value – 21
Scissors, Paper, Stone – stone
Footwear Danger – Army issue (9 points)
Secret Weapon -  tank (10 points)
Special Power –  air support
Hair length – 1
Lonely-hearts tag – sniper looking for target

Monday, 15 August 2011


Pulp Ink Codename:  Underbelly Zen
Scrabble Value – 23
Scissors, Paper, Stone –  Paper
Footwear Danger – barefoot (10 points)
Secret Weapon - Step forwards to repulse monkey

Special Power –  Chi
Concealed weapons - Shinai
Needs – green tea

Pulp Ink at Smashwords


Pulp Ink Codename:  Boss

Scrabble Value – 22

Scissors, Paper, Stone – cardboard

Footwear Danger – beetle-crushers (6 points)

Secret Weapon – clean cutting edits (7 points)

Special Power –  laid back and easy to work with

Needs – medication (after all, look who he’s been holding up)


Pulp Ink Codename:  Stuart

Scrabble Value – 21

Scissors, Paper, Stone – sand

Footwear Danger – Cowboy boots (doh!) (7 points)

Secret Weapon -  sharpened spurs (7 points)

Special Power –  Preaching the Gideon Bible.

Needs - Cash

And with that, it's my pleasure to announce the appearance of the collection, now available from:

Go shout about it.  (please)


Pulp Ink Codename:  Mr Britus Gritus

Scrabble Value – 26
Scissors, Paper, Stone – gravel and grit
Footwear Danger – Steelies (9 points)
Secret Weapon -  Silver Bullets (8 points)
Special Power –  ability to drink copious amounts of vodka
Beware – the full moon

and check out Britus Gritus and his new collection Brit Grit now available for buttons

Sunday, 14 August 2011


Pulp Ink Codename:  Miss Demeanor
Scrabble Value – 21
Specialist Subject – Pretty much everything
Scissors, Paper, Stone – Spanner
Footwear Danger – Those James Bond Russian baddy boots with the blades hidden in the sole (10 points)
Secret Weapon -  She knows the secrets of the skin (7 points)
Special Power –  She’s a femme fatale


Pulp Ink Codename:  Mr Screen
Scrabble Value – 15
Scissors, Paper, Stone – paper
Footwear Danger – Boxing boots (6 points)
Secret Weapon –  cracking one-liners (8 points)
Special Power –  ducking and diving
Be sympathetic because – he’s had one too many blows to the head


Pulp Ink Codename:  Darth Male
Scrabble Value – 24
Scissors, Paper, Stone – brimstone
Footwear Danger – Monk Shoe (5 points)
Secret Weapon – the root of all evil   (7 points)
Special Power –  butchery
Often seen in – Bad Habits


Pulp Ink Codename:  Miss Melody

Scrabble Value – 24

Scissors, Paper, Stone – shell

Footwear Danger – shoeless (0 points)

Secret Weapon -  A Drowning Machine (9 points)

Special Power –  Shape-shifting

Beware – the Watery Grave

She’ll always have Paris