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Tea & Crumpet is out today in both print and e-book from JMS books
Raise your rainbow umbrellas high and celebrate!
Enjoy this enchanting, entertaining and thought-provoking collection, a heartfelt expression of what it means to be queer in Britain, past and present. All these stories reflect the iconic sights and national character of the British Isles: a taste of our idiosyncrasies and eccentricities, but also an unashamed representation of the love, loyalty and laughter of our people.
Contributors include: Alex Beecroft, Jennie Caldwell, Stevie Carroll, Charlie Cochrane, Lucy Felthouse, Elin Gregory, Mara Ismine, Clare London, Anna Marie May, JL Merrow, Josephine Myles, Zahra Owens, Jay Rookwood, Chris Smith, Stevie Woods, Lisa Worrall, and Serena Yates. Edited by: UK MAT (UK Meet Acquisitions Team).
My story features Jonty and Orlando, from my Cambridge Fellows series, having a little falling out. And probably making up again.
Excerpt:
Orlando Coppersmith made his way down Kings Parade, stopping to admire his visage in the window of Ryder and Amies. He liked the appearance of his newly grown beard and moustache; it made him look like one of King Arthur’s more desperate knights, something which was out of keeping with his character although pleasing to his ego. He swaggered along to the tea shop where the Master of St Bride’s was waiting for him, hopefully with the hot chocolate and rum babas ready for consumption.
“Coppersmith!” Dr Peters rose and greeted his colleague. “Been getting into arguments again? I could hear the row all the
way to the Lodge.”
Orlando rolled his eyes. “I apologise profusely. It was that bl…Dr Stewart again. Parking his bike where no decent man
should. They drive you mad.”
“People who park their bikes inconsiderately?”
“No. People who teach English. Dilettantes, the lot of them.”
Peters smiled. “That seems a little harsh. They may spend half a lifetime wondering about one particular word in Hamlet
but that’s no reason to tar them all with the same brush.”
“It’s not just that. Take the way they dress. They look like…” Orlando stopped himself from saying “An army of Oscar Wildes coming down through the market”. That would smack of protesting too much. “A load of scarecrows. It
shouldn’t be allowed.”
Peters seemed like he was about to say something, then stopped himself, settling for looking out of the window at some
young idiot from the college next door haring about on a bike. It was a good two minutes before he broke the silence. “You and Dr Stewart were such good friends.”
Orlando took an even longer while to answer. “We were, as close as two men could be. But that was before…” Before what, exactly? They’d quarrelled—he couldn’t even remember the cause now—and said the most stupid things. He’d packed a bag and left, the words “Good riddance!” sounding in his ears.
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Raise your rainbow umbrellas high and celebrate!
Enjoy this enchanting, entertaining and thought-provoking collection, a heartfelt expression of what it means to be queer in Britain, past and present. All these stories reflect the iconic sights and national character of the British Isles: a taste of our idiosyncrasies and eccentricities, but also an unashamed representation of the love, loyalty and laughter of our people.
Contributors include: Alex Beecroft, Jennie Caldwell, Stevie Carroll, Charlie Cochrane, Lucy Felthouse, Elin Gregory, Mara Ismine, Clare London, Anna Marie May, JL Merrow, Josephine Myles, Zahra Owens, Jay Rookwood, Chris Smith, Stevie Woods, Lisa Worrall, and Serena Yates. Edited by: UK MAT (UK Meet Acquisitions Team).
My story features Jonty and Orlando, from my Cambridge Fellows series, having a little falling out. And probably making up again.
Excerpt:
Orlando Coppersmith made his way down Kings Parade, stopping to admire his visage in the window of Ryder and Amies. He liked the appearance of his newly grown beard and moustache; it made him look like one of King Arthur’s more desperate knights, something which was out of keeping with his character although pleasing to his ego. He swaggered along to the tea shop where the Master of St Bride’s was waiting for him, hopefully with the hot chocolate and rum babas ready for consumption.
“Coppersmith!” Dr Peters rose and greeted his colleague. “Been getting into arguments again? I could hear the row all the
way to the Lodge.”
Orlando rolled his eyes. “I apologise profusely. It was that bl…Dr Stewart again. Parking his bike where no decent man
should. They drive you mad.”
“People who park their bikes inconsiderately?”
“No. People who teach English. Dilettantes, the lot of them.”
Peters smiled. “That seems a little harsh. They may spend half a lifetime wondering about one particular word in Hamlet
but that’s no reason to tar them all with the same brush.”
“It’s not just that. Take the way they dress. They look like…” Orlando stopped himself from saying “An army of Oscar Wildes coming down through the market”. That would smack of protesting too much. “A load of scarecrows. It
shouldn’t be allowed.”
Peters seemed like he was about to say something, then stopped himself, settling for looking out of the window at some
young idiot from the college next door haring about on a bike. It was a good two minutes before he broke the silence. “You and Dr Stewart were such good friends.”
Orlando took an even longer while to answer. “We were, as close as two men could be. But that was before…” Before what, exactly? They’d quarrelled—he couldn’t even remember the cause now—and said the most stupid things. He’d packed a bag and left, the words “Good riddance!” sounding in his ears.
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