Malcolm Timperley

Book cover for “Soot & Boots: An Anthology of Short Festive Fiction.” The illustration shows a pair of tall, black, soot-dusted boots standing on a scuffed wooden floor against a textured blue-grey wall. The title appears in bold white lettering above the boots, and The Broken Spine’s logo sits at the bottom of the cover.

Looking for a seasonal read or a gift for a book lover? Soot & Boots is ready for December nights. #SootAndBoots

A nuclear attack on Plymouth would result in millions of pounds worth of improvements.

Loch Insh yesterday...

Features my ghost story "Asylum Seekers".

Christmas presence...

Yesterday's stroll...

Coming from Timperley, eh? You should try being Timperley...

Book cover for “Soot & Boots: An Anthology of Short Festive Fiction.” The illustration shows a pair of tall, black, soot-dusted boots standing on a scuffed wooden floor against a textured blue-grey wall. The title appears in bold white lettering above the boots, and The Broken Spine’s logo sits at the bottom of the cover.

Thirty writers, thirty winter visions. Soot & Boots brings them together in one seasonal anthology. Out soon. #SootAndBoots

Brexit - the best investment Putin ever made...

Can't match that temperature, but it was -14°C when I took this at Drumrunie last January...

Nonsense! Westminster is home to the best politicians money can buy...

"Seems a tad early this year."

Nonsense! Join the Campaign for Real Winter!

We like to live on the cardiological edge up here you know...

It's almost here. The antidote to enforced jollity, venomously spiced coffee and jingling carols in shopping malls. Your very own Christmas captivity play...

#SootAndBoots

Yesterday, as the snow clouds moved in...

Views taken yesterday from the top of Bidean Clann Raonaild, arguably the Scottish peak with the best summit panorama in relation to the effort expended in getting there..

Includes one of my tales. Yes, it's that time of year again.

Merry Hell...

Amazon is helping fund a $300 million build of a ballroom for the White House.

Independent bookstores are donating to food banks and organizations that help with food insecurity.

They are not the same.

The trick or treaters are already out and about here in Scotland...

Well done! Envious as hell...

It's somewhere you store/rummage for junk in a house, typically chaotic and over-full. A good example is the cupboard under the stairs. But I wouldn't confirm this by Googling it...

Autism, immigrants, KIrk, whatever. It doesn't matter. Anything, absolutely anything at all, to distract folk from Epstein....

Sounds good. As it happens, I actually am a signalman on a heritage railway (Strathspey Railway, Scotland). Like the SVR and many other preserved lines, we earn a useful amount by selling ourselves to film and TV companies for period locations.

5764 5764 was built in 1929 at Swindon at a cost of £2,651. It spent its entire service under BR ownership based at Old Oak Common. 5764 was sold to London Transport (LT) in 1960 and renumbered L95. By …

It wasn't red in the film. It appeared in the film in its original green GWR livery and with its original number 5764. It had passed to BR at nationalisation; when they'd finished with it, they sold it to London Transport, who numbered it L95. More here - preservedbritishsteamlocomotives.com/5764-2/

Some years ago I overheard a fellow guest at a Lakes B&B complaining to the hill farmer owner that it had rained continuously since his arrival from Surrey. The farmer took a moment to light his pipe, looked the yuppie up and down, and replied - "Where do you think the bloody lakes come from, then?"

Out today! Features "Witch Hunt", a tale of mine that should put you off hiking in the Highlands of Scotland this winter. Or any other time, come to that...

America, as seen by every other country (Art by Ben Jennings, The Guardian).

I hated it before it was fashionable...

Taken at work today...

I guess I might as well give up trying to write weird fiction...

Think yourself lucky. Britain is being run into the ground by a bunch of "TV never were beens".