First apologies. The Festive Period got a lot more expensive than I hoped so I had to pick up some video colour correction work. Sadly that meant the writing side had to be put on the back burner. That means Inspector Gache is on hold until the New Year, but there is more to know if you so wish!Read More »
There will be no Inspector Gache post this week. Why? Have I thrown in the crumb filled towel? Did I get squirrelled? Is the moon passing through Uranus leading to a blockage in my creative process? Am I just a lazy git? No! Well, yes to the last one but that is not the reason there is no post! Read on to find out more (or don’t, you do you!)Read More »
The import section of Bakewell Street was a strange place to be. Technically and legally home to all imports into Cake Stand City the majority of the trade was illegal in some manner. That was not to say that everything being imported was an illegal good, but when an import duty was dodged or a cake allowed access to items not authorised for them, a legal good becomes illegal.
Bread knew he and Muffin had been sent here purely to be out of the way. Gache could have let them stay in the office but that was not his way. Bread also knew that Gache wanted his take on Muffin. So far his opinion was not very good.Read More »
From the salacious strawberry to the lascivious lemon, the radiant raspberry to the captivating cherry, the bewitching blackberry to the down right dirty custard, if you were looking for a good time and had the dough to spend, Bakewell Street was where you headed. Home not only to the licensed brothels and bordellos, if your were looking for an extra ounce of icing sugar or liquor, this was the place to come. Situated on the middle tier, with its own access to the complicated lift system, Bakewell Street was the place for shady shenanigans in Cake Stand City.Read More »