Jack Green: Stories

A Poacher's Progress Story (9)
An unanticipated stay in Aden is enlivened by Rollo Guest's story. Another voyage takes Mimi and Jack to Madras, a different continent and many surprising discoveries, not all unpleasant. A murderous religious sect and a reincarnation of a goddess ensures their stay in the country is memorable, as are the characters they meet, including a couple of old friends. Jack plumbs the depths of despair before the conclusion of his quest. An ending contains the embryo of new beginnings.

A Poacher's Progress Story (8)
Once on site in Egypt excavating keeps the expedition busy, although the devil can always find work for idle hands and active glands. Jack renews his friendship with Sayeed bin Ghouad and increases his dislike of Valentine Crudwright. He learns much of ancient Egyptian and Roman engineering, and unearths some surprising discoveries, not all concerning archeology. Eloise de La Zouche continues to be elusive, although not supine. Finally another journey beckons - but not by camel

A Poacher's Progress Story (7)
The Royal Progress is curtailed, but the threat to Jack's family remains. A series of domestic and family arrangements takes place in Grantham, and closer links are forged with Kensington Palace. To maintain the domestic bliss he now enjoys Jack knows eventually he will have to locate and kill Eloise de La Zouche. A trip to Paris uncovers a hidden talent in Mimi, and a summons to the Foreign Office places Jack in charge of an academic endeavour. More travelling ensues.

A Poacher's Progress Story (5)
It is said that travel broadens the mind, and Jack Greenaway enjoys a plethora of new experiences during his visit to Europe, ranging from the sublime to the terrifying. However, three factors drive Jack's peregrination through the continent. One is his quest for his disappeared sister. Another is investigating the whereabouts of Eloise de la Zouche, the woman responsible for the deaths of Jack's wife and children. The third, and most exacting, is the machinations of the British government.

A Poacher's Progress Story (6)
United with his lover Jack embarks on a life of domestic bliss. However, the past intrudes, and measures are taken to combat any repeat of the Hungerford Hall disaster. Visiting London he has an encounter that propels him into the top echelon of British society. Canal travel is not the smooth ride he imagines. On a journey through England he meets aggrieved artisans, doughty dragoons, a handsome hussar, and political petitioners. Heights are scaled, and a hero is rewarded. Cliff hanger end? No.

A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story (7)
This is not the Fantasy Island of TV fame. There are no vertically challenged characters, or enigmatic gentlemen in white linen suits, although there are planes. This Fantasy Island is merely another excerpt from not so much Tom Brown's Schooldays but rather Jack Green's Fooldays. The events take place after my graduation from RAF Halton, when I joined the Real Air Force in Germany. Nothing was ever the same again; for the RAF, for Germany, but especially for me.

A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story (5)
The training at RAF Halton was not anything like that of the SAS,or the Para's,nor the Royal Marines;we were training to be responsible engineers not mean lean killers. Even so Halton attempted to forge a similar esprit de corps, professionalism, and raison d'être in the apprentices who passed through the establishment as was held in those elite units. For good or bad the methods employed sixty years ago have now gone with the wind.

A man walks into a bar! He sees a sexy girl and chats her up. He walks her home and invites himself up to her flat where he gets a first class screwing, followed by a first class surprise! A standing prick has no conscience, neither does it have much sense. A cautionary tale for all self obsessed males( that's all of us...right?)

A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story (1)
This short tale recounts my foray into the music scene, which likewise was short. It is a true story and only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Per ardua ad astra.

It's nothing but a dream,or is it?