This is where the short, strange stuff lives: 100‑ish‑word stories about faulty knees, misbehaving memories and everyday reality failing its MOT. Think Spike‑fuelled glitches in the system rather than sensible life advice.
I’m Andy Hawthorne, a British comedy author whose brain doesn’t know where the off switch is, so it leaves these little malfunctions lying around. Some are absurd office complaints, some are PTSD‑flavoured brain farts, all are brief enough to read between sips of tea.
If you’d like the longer, slightly more sensible stories – Greasy Spoon, Tales from the Bookshop, John and Lilli – you’ll find them over at my main site, andyhawthorne.uk. This corner is just the side room where reality comes to be returned, repaired, or quietly laughed at.