Brennig

@brennigjones.com

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UK-based novelist. Spaniels, fast bikes, music. Campaigner. Ex forces, 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 Web: https://brennigjones.com

A sleeping brown spaniel with a terrific booptastic nose
A small black spaniel, almost fast asleep on his back, front legs in the air, on a brown leather armchair and a green blanket
A Fitbit/Microsoft activity leaderboard
Fitbit snapshot showing 6h 20m of sleep when the overnight temp didn't drop below 19c
A bonkers message from an Amazon delivery driver
Parker Hale 308 7.62mm on the 100m range, 10 expended cases, 10 unexpended, pair of ear muffs and binoculars
A big gap where a photo should be
Immigration authorities have told the BBC that since the UK left the European Union, it has become more difficult to check criminal records from some other countries (says this BBC News item)
Headline. There is no immediate military threat to Britain. We should spend less on defence (by Simon Jenkins). Subheading. Parliament, media and thinktanks are united in their view that more military spending is still not enough. But sacrificing domestic projects to pay for it is indefensible.
5 decent groups of 2 shots (plus 1 sighter/barrel-warmer on the 100m range
Parker Hale 308 7.62mm rifle on the 100m range in Nottinghamshire and
A photo of me shooting a 9mm Beretta pistol given the AI treatment to make it look as if I'm in front of the Kremlin (instead of at an indoor 20m range in Nottinghamshire)
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A screenshot of my £4 stock trading profit
Axios daily newsletter which says about post-Brexit vote UK: State of play: For many Western leaders, the U.K. is the ultimate cautionary tale — a live experiment in modern populism, unfolding inside one of the world's oldest and wealthiest democracies. Brexit began with utopian promises of an unshackled "Global Britain" that could curb immigration, slash red tape and take back control of its borders and budget. Instead, a succession of Conservative prime ministers plunged the country into deeper dysfunction: Theresa May was broken by the Brexit negotiations, Boris Johnson by scandal, Liz Truss by market panic, and Rishi Sunak by electoral humiliation. Today, Britain remains marooned in a low-growth cycle — saddled with trade friction, high prices, strained public services and a hyper-sensitive electorate that tolerates virtually no political failure.
Bluesky screenshot where: User Rob Ford says in a post, 'Great frisking of some very bad speech prose here and screenshotting a thread by another user. Directly underneath that in the timeline is a post from user Alison Fisk on an unrelated topic.
Pagans front cover
Yougov asking for the names of your pets
The cutest spaniel wearing a WW1 pilot hat and goggles
Steps this week
An inside front page of a book as seen on Android's Kindle
A spaniel seen at very close quarters
A front cover of a paperback book titled Legends & Lattes
A photo an author's stall at a book festival showing books, cover images, shot targets and spent bullet casings
A chart for Saturday saying I achieved 23,547 steps. I didn't
Abergavenny Town Hall and indoor market in the distance, framed by a Simpsonesque sky
A map showing the 4 hour journey from South Notts to Pendine
The cover of Tempest, featuring a young woman in a desert, with a helicopter in the background
Chapter 51: Her Antonia gave me a scrutinising gaze over the breakfast menu. ‘You look like the cat that got the cream!’ ‘There was a pussy and it got a lot of cream.’ She gave me a double take. ‘I want to know everything! Who the hell did you find to fuck in this place?’ ‘The ploughman paid several visits to his happy hunting grounds last night.’ ‘No way!’ ‘Yes, way,’ I confirmed. ‘In fact, all ways, every way.’ ‘He’s here? In Dubai?’ ‘Well, we didn’t do it by remote control.’ ‘But… I thought he was an ex?’ ‘He was an ex, but now he’s an “x marks the spot” and he knows how to hit the spot.’ ‘Well!’ ‘Yeah, he hits all the spots very well.’ ‘How does this sit in your relationship basket?’ ‘I’m going solo with this guy.’ She opened her mouth in surprise. The waiter delivered my pot of coffee and took her order. ‘Solo? Commitment? Despite the distance?’ I nibbled a piece of toast before replying. ‘Straight to level 6,’ I confirmed. ‘Despite the distance.’ ‘And he’s OK with this?’ ‘Well… I haven’t actually told him yet, but I think he’s on the hook.’
A long piece of a root of something
Chapter 38: Her I pushed the buzzer and she opened the door and took my breath away. Jamie had poured herself into a beautiful teal-coloured, soft chiffon, floor-length, thin-strapped dress with a fitted waist. The dress was fantastic; she looked absolutely gorgeous. ‘Welcome to my lair,’ she said, holding the door open for me. ‘Would you like something to eat?’ I checked her out for double-entendre but she’d kept a straight face. ‘I’m all snacked out,’ I said. ‘But I could do with a glass of lemonade, the champagne needs to be calmed down.’ She followed me into the room, went to the bar, poured a lemonade, added ice and walked over and handed me the glass. ‘Sit down,’ she said. ‘Make yourself comfortable.’ I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I just didn’t know where to put myself because less than 2 hours ago this woman had - unexpectedly - kissed me. Jamie solved the problem by taking me gently by the elbow and leading me to the 2-seater settee. She sat beside me, our hips and thighs touching. As I raised the glass to my lips, she turned to face me and gently put a hand on my thigh. Fuck. The tension was extreme. I worked to keep my hand steady as I took a nervous gulp of lemonade. I put the glass on the table and tried to have a normal conversation in a room that felt filled with sexual tension. ‘That’s a lovely dress.’ ‘Thank you. Would you like to see what I’m wearing beneath it?’ My eyes were drawn to the thigh-length slit and the delicate tones of her honeyed-olive thigh. ‘I don’t believe you’re wearing anything beneath it.’ She smiled, leaned in and kissed me again. This time for real. Her hand softly cupped my breast; I leaned against her and put a hand between her thighs. Jamie opened her legs and I was right; she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the dress. My tongue found hers and my fingers felt the softness and heat of her pussy. I kept my touch feather-light and she encouraged me by opening her thighs even wider. She pulled away from my mouth, pushed my hand…
Daily Telegraph front page headline: 'Starmer to force EU laws on Britain with new Henry VIII powers'
Chapter 67: Her I picked up my phone, unlocked it, tapped “contacts”, pulled up his details, and put the phone straight down again. It had been 15 years since Seb nice arms and I had last fucked, and it was now 4 months since I bumped into him in Paris. Since then, I’d had a week in London, 2 weeks in Singapore with Jamie, and a further 6 weeks back in London working my backside off, and why the fuck was something inside me screaming I should call him? I rubbed my temples in an attempt to ease my headache. Dangit! I didn’t need him going on in my life or in my world like this! I’m so fucking done with complications fucking things up. I’ve been done with complications since they started happening to me. Well, apart from that mad fling with Edward the Bastard; I fell into that trap. And there was also that affair with Antonia’s father, and thank Christ she thought we were only flirting! I walked into the kitchen, flicked the kettle on, reached into the fridge for a bottle of wine, poured myself a glass, sat at the breakfast bar and, because the headache felt like it was turning into a migraine, pulled a box of pills out of my bag. This was going to be a bad one, I could feel the foggy symptoms. Eventually the kettle clicked off but I didn’t move; I sat there and thought about the people in my life. I thought about Jamie. We’d been together a decade and a half, but we weren’t a couple. The gap in our relationship was greater than the distance between London and Singapore. I knew she occasionally saw other people, so did I, and neither of us had ever talked about commitment. I didn’t miss the complication of being involved with anyone, and I certainly didn’t miss the baggage that would come with involvement. Jamie was cute and gorgeous and fun and funny and sexy and we were great together like a pair of good friends who also liked fucking each other. We were good friends, good friends who did things together, and did things to each other and made each other feel good, …
Parker Hale 308 7.62 on the firing point of the 100m range
‘Is my breakfast ready yet?’ ‘Nearly,’ I said, and continued working on the eggs. ‘Service around here is slow.’ ‘You didn’t pay for the executive service.’ ‘You didn’t offer it. What does it get me apart from faster breakfast delivery?’ ‘Witty repartee,’ I said, as I put her toast on a plate, scooped her eggs onto the side and carried it over to her tent. ‘Breakfast is served.’ ‘About time.’ She unzipped the tent, came out and stretched into the sunlight like a flower drinking in the sun’s rays. We’d worked together for 5 years and I was still seeing Monique in new ways. I passed her the plate. ‘Fuck?’ She said. ‘What?’ ‘Can I have a…’ I held my breath for what seemed like an age. ‘Fork?’ ‘Oh. Yes, of course.’ I walked to my rucksack and pulled out the cutlery.
An American M40 sniper rifle waits on the 100m range while competition targets are sorted out
A photo of something unknown ascending, looks like a rocket
A starter motor for a ZX10-R motorbike, the magnets on the side are supposed to be inside the casing!
A sneaky sneak almost hidden in a hedge, dressed darkly against a dark background
A 3-inch target with tightly grouped bullet holes
A Dell laptop showing a Windows XP startup screen
A reactive target showing decent groupings of bullet holes
A non functioning Kawasaki ZX10-R in stylish not going anywhere black
Two full pints of alcohol on circular beer mats on a polished table. The near glass contains bitter-cokourrd liquid. The far glass contains a paler liquid. A bespectacled woman, behind, stares pensively into the distance