Roundup of 2019

Me eating a watermelon

Randall Writing has just celebrated its second birthday! I love doing this because a supportive community of readers has developed around the site, and over the past year we’ve grown a great deal. There’s been two and a half times more website traffic in 2019 than in 2018 – so thank you to those of you who have been reading since the early days, and I hope the new visitors stick around!

Since last year’s Roundup, there has been a lot of new content and a website revamp – let’s look back at what’s new.

Stories With Drawings

I’ve had a huge amount of fun this year with my illustrated true stories. Featuring a long-dead scheming eunuch, a creepy massage, a rollercoaster mishap, way too much watermelon and way, WAY too much cheese – I hope they make you chuckle. I’m very intrigued about  which of these stories people enjoyed the most, so if you have a favourite, do let me know…


The Russian Penthouse

Glasses Disasters

May Bank Holiday

Writing Retreat in Crete

The Sydney Misadventure

Too Much Stilton

Driving Across France

 A Midnight Encounter


Cartoonist for Hire

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A Midnight Encounter

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One night at university, just before midnight, I was walking down a dark alley. I had spent all day working on my Ancient History thesis – the deadline was just a week away. I’d signed up for a shift volunteering for a charity which started at twelve o’clock, but until twenty to twelve I’d been immersed in the world of Philetaerus, a eunuch who had lived in what is now Turkey 2,300 years ago. My head was still full of ancient evidence: stone inscriptions, gold coins, and Philetaerus’s mysterious building programme of several temples to the Mother-Goddess, Cybele.

The alley was narrow and zigzagging. Out of the darkness, a man staggered towards me, slurring heavily. “Oi, mate – got a light?”

“No, I’m sorry,” I said, and I kept walking.

The man stumbled over to me. “D’you go to this university, then?” he said, leaning so close to me that I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Continue reading →