These are the stories of Richard J J Bridle.

They begin in the English West Country, but by no means do they stop there. He transports us to Cuba, Sri Lanka, The Gambia, Nepal, Malawi, Cambodia, Thailand, Myanmar, Solomon Islands, even North Korea, with some major diversions in New York City and Canada’s capital city of Ottawa. In doing so, he introduces us to some of the most unique characters ever to grace our attention.

So, if you are interested, perhaps intrigued, then…

… click on any of the book covers to explore further.

Our newest edition, just released is The House of Comens: Desserts, the final part of the Ottawa trilogy that also comprises The House of Comens: Entrées and The House of Comens: Plats principaux.

… and there are a number of short stories from guest contributors too.

My hypothesis was that this was just the sort of establishment our politicians and hangers-on were eagerly awaiting, somewhere that they could host friends and enemies alike, butter them up, get them drunk, wheel and deal to their hearts’ content.
— Paul Passchen
Non, Tonton, tu ne sais pas de quoi tu parles.
— Béatrice Ngom
Guns are dangerous. People end up dead for all the wrong reasons, when there are guns around.
— Inspector Fatima Dieng
And another thing. The men that have been serving you all night are my own husband and the husbands of my two closest friends, also my friends. So, Madam, either you can apologise to this nice couple, who seem to be well known to the good Inspector Fatima Dieng, and to the lovely gentlemen behind the bar, and wait your turn to be served, or you can take your custom elsewhere.
— Anna Kaboré, Mayor of Silbury, Proprietor of the Red Cow Public House
Now when I get worried, I usually need a drink. Actually, even when I’m not worried, I still like to have one.
— Max Maartinesz
I am sure it will be no surprise that my preference is to read about civilisations and their works, rather than to spend my time wandering around them.
— Lillian Selby
Let’s all give praise to the male ego. Perhaps we can spend the rest of the evening getting melancholically drunk on gin, instead of doing something.
— Henriette Sarr
If the British offer you something for free, take it with both hands, before they take something from you, like your whole country.
— Grace Moses, RN
 
 

© Richard J J Bridle

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