Tomcat Tompkins – 50

This novel is something a little different for me. It is a satire set in the UK at the present moment. There are striking parallels between these days and the 1930s. There’s a lot of racist people around who are crawling out of the woodwork as they have been encouraged by the implications of the Brexit vote.


“Well, yes, you’re right, I forget not everyone’s as well connected as my esteemed self, and sometimes when I say everyone, I mean me. It’s a fault I have, and I know it’s wrong,” said Tompkins.

“Well, I am glad you approve of my choices,” said Ingram, “but I would like your advice on something, Mr. Tompkins, as you are so well connected, what do you think the Big Whopper Gang will try and do? Will they leave this person alone, track him, or try and deport him?”

“Well, Ingram, I know no one in this Big Whopper Gang of yours, so I can’t answer that, I’m sorry to say. One other thing,” at this point Tomcat tapped the side of his nose, “I think you might find that the person you’re going to follow is a female of the species, so you’d better get that sorted out, afore ye go.”

“A woman?” said Spiffy Wiffy, “how dare they, the fiends, putting a poor lady through this trial, this ordeal.”

“I think your investigations will show her to be ruthless, I will also bet her name isn’t Ruth either – that was a Tomcat joke – but she is coming here of her own free will and believe you me, she is the top person in her organisation, no doubt about it.”

“She will go to Manchester first, so I presume she can travel there on her own,” said Ingram, “and the easiest way will be the train as hiring a car would leave a paper trail for us to follow.”

“Sounds plausible to me, Ingram,” said Tompkins, “but bish and bosh, I shouldn’t be here – I have a lunch appointment on the other side of town. I should scoot over there right away.”

“Oh, one final item, something strange occurred yesterday and I wonder if you know anything of the details, being so well connected and all that,” said Ingram, “someone left a written-off Jaguar, a red one such as the one you drive, in the middle of a showroom. A brand-new Jaguar was then stolen, by person or persons unknown.”

Published by Julian Worker

I was born in Leicester. I attended school in Yorkshire and University in Liverpool. I have been to 93 countries and territories including The Balkans and Armenia in 2015, France and Slovakia in 2016, and some of the Greek Islands in 2017. My sense of humour is distilled from The Goons, Monty Python, Fawlty Towers, and Midsomer Murders. I love being creative in my writing and I love writing about travelling. My next books are a travel book about Greece and a novel inspired by Brexit.

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