Despite a comfortable win over Johnstown the Kavli team seems mired in trouble. An early lead last night was not enough to stop a churning stomach, not even a comfortable win could do it. The Post has it from a club source that players are unhappy, nearly all of them. And why? From the roof of the new call-center close to the training grounds we were able to spot what looked like a normal session Friday morning. (more…)

At least on the outskirts of town, away from the fray, it’s still possible to see a bit further. The Lupord farm lies just half an hour south of Kavli, on the way to Romney lake. Many people pass it every day, but few stop by. It’s just acres and acres of land and watering and dust. (more…)

Someone was supposed to come and check the pressure in the Waltz’s shower, but nothing happened. Friday was already three days after Jill had reported the incident, and the shit was still bubbling up from the drain Saturday. Stinking. Too much. On Sunday morning when Gerald was normally taking his mid-day bath. (more…)

They come to see him nearly every day now, the emergency services. He’s my neighbour, and he doesn’t open the door. So they stand outside and knock and scream. I suppose they’re afraid he’s gonna die. They tell him to open the door, but he pretends he can’t hear them. I know. He’s told me. (more…)

This perfect stranger came to town the other day. Tall guy, short hair and a small mustache. Showed up at the office asking for Simon, but Simon was at home, tending the sick wife, or so he said, so it fell to me to take the stranger for a quick tour around town. That’s what he wanted, a quick look around. Said he’d heard so much about Kavli he couldn’t wait to see the stadium (more…)