Certain Personal Matters - The Shopman

Certain Personal Matters - The Book of Curses

In which Professor Gargoyle, a learned collector of curses, reflects upon the rich and vanishing art of swearing across diverse cultures and epochs, noting its emotional potency and peculiar etiquette. He muses with gentle irony on the decline of vigorous imprecations in England, the influence of women upon language, and the wholesome necessity of a good, hearty oath as a release of human passion and energy.

Certain Personal Matters - The Shopman

In which a contemplative gentleman grapples with the vexations of purchasing gloves, reflecting on the peculiar dance of shopkeeper and customer marked by courteous pretence and subtle antagonism. His musings reveal the frustrations of trusting the salesman’s guidance, the artful persistence of upselling, and the curious social rituals embedded within the humble act of buying everyday attire.

Certain Personal Matters - The Veteran Cricketer

In which an old cricketer, sidelined by sciatica and embittered by the decline of the sport’s noble traditions, presides over village matches with a stern and satirical eye, clashing in particular with a young, modern-minded vicar. Through his vivid reminiscences and trenchant commentary, we glimpse the fading grandeur and poetic spirit of cricket as once played in sunlit fields, long before the advent of professional crowds and showy spectacle.

Certain Personal Matters - Concerning a Certain Lady

In which an observant gent is persistently beleaguered by a formidable lady of indomitable spirit and outrageous vigor, whose assaults in public places challenge the ordinary courtesies of daily life. Her unruly conduct, shared with a small but fierce entourage, provokes a quiet but earnest rebellion against the savage dictates of civility in the bustling heart of London.

Certain Personal Matters - The Pose Novel

In which a writer reflects candidly on the folly and fascination of composing a youthful and earnest novel, only to consign it to flames as an act of self-cleansing and humility. Observing with gentle irony the inevitable self-portrait lurking beneath the guise of fiction, he muses on the universal stages of authorship and the elusive nature of true artistic detachment.