Cold September

Readings from the 7th DS Hutton novel, LET ME DIE IN MY FOOTSTEPS. The adventure begins...

The complete DI Westphall short story, Touch of The Spider, taken from the Cold September collection.

The story of the giant fish monster that was too ridiculous even for a Barney Thomson novel, and scenes from the book featuring murder! jokes!* ghosts! and much, much more.
*May not contain jokes.

That time I inadvertently altered history by recording a meeting between Wellington and Napoleon in the Map Room in the Foreign Office. Plus a few, slow scenes from Song Of The Dead, featuring the distilled essence of an Estonian November.

The Decapitated Head of John the Baptist test for the furtherance of modern art, the irony of Scooby Doo, and fake news of a mangled corpse on the rocks, feasted upon by giant, genetically-modified gulls. Just a regular day in Barney Thomson's barbershop.

From a 100,000-rambling first person love story, to a short esoteric (and erotic) literary novel, via an Oscar-nominated film producer and a movie that didn't even get close to getting considered, never mind made, the story of Ballad In Blue.

From page to screen, the tortuous journey of The Long Midnight of Barney Thomson into cinemas. Plus a reading from the book, written in the summer of 1995, in the air-conditioned comfort of a fifth-floor apartment in central Dakar.

That time Lindsay beat* Garry Kasparov at chess. And a reading from DS Hutton Book 5, IN MY TIME OF DYING, the world's first Covid-era serial killer novel.
* He lasted more than ten moves, which he's prepared to claim as a victory, and you can't stop him.

When your surreal work of literary crime doesn't get published. And when you want to use a line from the finest Paul McCartney song on earth in the book. Plus selected passages from the novel.

Gordon's dead! A two-month debate over an average joke in a sitcom that never got made. Plus the inside scoop, such as it is, on the Cold September short story collection, including readings of The Ringmaster and The Artist.