Weird Britain: an orc teacher carrying GCSE English textbooks outside Halcyon Academy, Death working as a customer assistant at a Morrisdale’s supermarket, and a vampire with a Brighton Roast coffee and an UNDEAD badge on the seafront.

Weird Britain

The wider leak


Britain, if you ask the right people — the ones who feed the right crows, who know which lane the sat-nav refuses to map — has always been a porous sort of place.

Long before the motorways and the retail parks, there was another realm pressed up close against this one: the country of dragons, of Arthur, of the old strangeness our myths keep trying to explain. The two worlds were never properly separated. They leak.

Most leaks are small. A standing stone in the wrong field. A village that’s a little too quiet on a particular night. A gull that steals your chips with what looks suspiciously like strategy.1 But sometimes something larger slips through: a war-chief, say, arriving in a school car park with an axe and absolutely no idea what a lanyard is.

The magic survives only where Britain stays open: public, odd, a bit shabby, un-flattened by branding and bylaws.

Where places are sealed, privatised and tidied into sameness, the old roads close. So the strangeness hides in plain sight, doing quiet maintenance, keeping the thresholds ajar.

A few house rules of the leak

  • It comes through at the edges: failing piers, lay-bys, the bit of the car park nobody parks in.2
  • It is rarely dramatic. It is usually damp, and frequently polite.
  • The creatures that come through are not the problem. Britain’s paperwork is the problem.
  • Tidiness is the enemy. Magic needs somewhere a bit unkempt to live.

1. It is strategy. They hold meetings. There are minutes.

2. No one ever parks there for very good reasons they have all sensibly forgotten.

Free to read, all of it

The Garden Centre Will Remain Open


A Yorkshire garden centre, an extradimensional opening beside Aquatic Plants, and a manager who would very much like everyone to keep behind the barrier. The whole story is free to read on ArcReaders, start to finish.

Meet the Moorfield lot

The large green exception

One leak decided to stay


Mr. Gorzug came through the same way everything else does — sideways, at an awkward moment, into a car park. He then took a job, learned the register and refused to leave. He is technically part of all this. He is also nine feet tall and rather dominates a room, so he has a wing of his own.

Meet Mr. Gorzug →