Category Archives: Foodge Private Dick

Foodge 29 – Here’s a Toast for George

Posted on January 18, 2012 by

OK, it was a mistake to think that using the paddles of life was a good idea on a cat having a heart attack. Well, it was an honest mistake.  Foodge really did think he was having a heart attack. … Continue reading →

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Foodge 28 – A Hot Foodge Sunday

Posted on December 26, 2011 by

Story by Big Magnum Merv had been pacing the floor behind the bar all morning. Two problems, one was the bloody Christmas decorations. He’d finally found two, foot high, tinsel trees and a red and green banner with the words … Continue reading →

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Foodge – Merv Snap

Posted on November 2, 2011 by

Story by Big M. It was mid-afternoon as Merv sat in his old rocking chair in the midst of the cellar. Merv had that sense of weariness that goes with being a man satisfied with his lot in life. He … Continue reading →

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Foodge 26 Foodge Gets into a Scuffle

Posted on June 27, 2011 by

Foodge tried to relax in the Emergency Department bed, but, clearly they were designed to discourage both, relaxation, and any desire to stay on the med for more than a couple of hours. He was waiting for the doctors to … Continue reading →

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Foodge 25 – Foodge Goes Under Cover

Posted on June 1, 2011 by

By Big M Merv stood behind the Main Bar absent-mindedly drying glasses with a tea towel, and that’s when it occurred to him that he hadn’t seen Foodge for, not one, but two days. Foodge annoyed Merv much of the … Continue reading →

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Foodge 24 – Foodge’s Hangover

Posted on May 11, 2011 by

Foodge woke surrounded by tenebrous gloom. His initial impression was that he had been buried alive! Two facts argued against that; One, he was face down, and Two he could smell leather, sweat and a faint scent of lavender. The … Continue reading →

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Foodge 23 : Acacia’s Plan Foments

Posted on April 21, 2011 by

Story by Big M Acacia’s plan for Foodge depended on Fern being able to carry out her part, flawlessly. Acacia had already established, from medical records and old newspapers that Foodge was the only son of Hamish MacFoodge, socialite, barrister, … Continue reading →

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Foodge 21: Foodge’s Financial Crisis

Posted on April 1, 2011 by

  Story by Big M. Foodge was completely discombobulated. Two events had shaken him to the core. One was the realisation that he was broke. Stony broke. Great Depression, jump from the thirteenth floor broke. The second was that, for … Continue reading →

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A Psalm for Foodge

Posted on January 11, 2011 by

By Lehan Winifred Ramsay 1 What advantage then hath the Publican? or what profit (is there) of circumcision? 2 Much every way: chiefly, because that until the stirring of the Oracles the drinkers were commited. 3 For what if some … Continue reading →

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Foodge 20 – Foodge Has a Narrow Escape

Posted on January 2, 2011 by

By Big M Foodge woke with a start. It was still early, eleven, or eleven thirty, by the way the light slanted through the aluminium Venetian blinds, illuminating dust motes, which seemed to have lives of their own. The groans … Continue reading →

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