Wheelchair Wars (Luke’s Story Part 3)

Bowl of beef stew with chunks of meat, carrots, potatoes, and celery topped with chopped parsley

Lisa and Yvonne joined them at their table. Their hair unkempt, their eyes bloodshot. Luke perked up on hearing Lisa’s voice.

Lisa was small sassy Trooper. She was five foot with brown hair and freckles. Yvonne was tall, with long red hair. Lisa was talkative, friendly whereas Yvonne tended to be more terse, at least when talking to the guys..

“Ladies, how are we today,” John asked. His eyes averted to where the food was being to next.

Lisa frowned. “Stinky.”

“I hate that there no showers. I feel disgusting,” Yvonne added.

Connor, a bald and pot bellied Trooper joined and completed the table. “Yuck, stay away from me then.” The group laughed.

“We could even if we wanted to with all the locked doors and cameras.” Yvonne smiled.

“Bet he won’t be saying that when you get a chance to doll up” John added.

For a moment, Lisa and Luke’s eyes meet across the table.

The great had filled by now. In the distance punches are thrown, but it received little attentions and was broken up with fanfare. A regular ocurence.

The brown slop that passed for food reached their table. For a moment, they all gazed at it.

Lisa stabbed it with her fork. “It looks worse every time.”

Wheelchair Wars (Lukes Story Part 2)

Two police officers walking down an institutional hallway facing away from the camera

“Another hour and a half,” Luke replied.

“Wow, we have to wait for over one hour to go from one small cell into a slightly bigger one.” John shook his head from side to side before clambering back onto his bed. After taking a large breath, he lied down.

There was silence.

“Timothy said it won’t be much longer?” Luke whispered.

“Really?” John replied. “He has to say that. The troops are on the verge of revolt from boredom and revolting food. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t blame him. He’s following orders like the rest of us.”

Nothing more was said between them.

An hour and half later a long beep when off.

The two men put on their uniforms and the opened the door to a barrage of noise as other troopers passed. Everybody was heading in the same direction to the kitchen. Their noses long used to the foul smell of unwashed bodies.

The room was set out with multiple round tables, some of the places already taken. They went to the same table as usual. Murals of family life were painted on the wall. Ostensibly to increase morale, but there were now faded. Kitch staff were busy going from table to table giving out the food..

Wheelchair Wars (Luke’s Story Part 1)

Two men sitting on a lower bunk bed inside a small, dim prison cell with peeling paint and rusty metal bars

Luke sat up at the side of his bunk bed. John was busy snoring away on the top one. The room was small, warm, and cramped with their meagre possessions; some clothes and reading materials. A screen was on the wall in front of him. It was during the resting period of a time cycle.

He stared at the screen, then the metallic ceiling, slapping his legs in the process. Reaching down, he got a powder from under his bed and placed a few grains under John’s nose.

Then he waited. John began to sneeze.

“Are you okay, John?”

“God I don’t know why that happens. Sorry about that.”

John stands up and see his friend’s red nose. “I don’t know either. You’re in a deep sleep one second, and the next.. You should see a doctor maybe, when we reach our destination.”

“Yeah, I might do that. Anything on the box?”

As he sat back down Luke replied, “No nothing, we’re too far from an inhabited star system.”

John got up and paced the small room. “We are literally in the middle of nowhere. And for what?”

Luke looked and pointed to his own ears.

“How long till we can leave our cell?” John asked

Distant Love (Part 87)

Old wooden desk with computer and documents in a large, dimly lit warehouse with colorful light trails above

It amazes Derek how he remembers most of the coding. Every now and then, like a flash of lightning going off in his head, that bit more comes back. At the time, he thought it was a waste of time. There were already better languages, even then.

Funny how things can work out.

A hand gently lands on his shoulder. He turns his neck. “Are you okay, Maeve?”

She nods. “Are you more like? I would have killed them if they hurt you. You could have trusted me with your problem.”

Looking back at his screen, he replies, “I know, and I was going to tell you. I was waiting for the right time.”

“Love you, no matter what.” She rubs the back of his head and walks away.

For the next five hours, with only the occasional break, he works away. Then bingo. He now has full control of the system.

Turning his chair around, he shouts. “I’ve done it.”

Claps come from the back of the warehouse where they are sitting.

Aaron gets up and runs towards him. “The security and all?”

Derek nods.

“Well then, you’d better join the rest of them at the so we can plan for tomorrow.”

“What about my relations?”

“My contacts will be able to bring them to safety once they get the message to proceed.”

Distant Love (Part 86)

Two people in dark clothing in a rundown warehouse with one holding a knife

“So, what is it?” Mick pulls out a Lurcha laser gun and points it directly at Derek’s head.


Gasps go out from the others.

“Don’t shoot him anyway. At worst, we’ll keep him prisoner,” James implores.


Derek grins.


“What’s so funny, Derek? You think I won’t pull the trigger?” Mick’s turns beetroot red.


“I think there’s a good chance you would. The blood might destroy some of that lovely equipment though. That would be a shame. And then there’s the whole shooting the person in the wheelchair after he saved the girl. That should go down with the public, really well.”


“He has a point, Mick.” Aaron nods.


“And anyway, I’m on your side. I was waiting for the right time to tell you the full story.”
Mick lowers his weapon. “You better not be lying to me.”


Derek takes a large breath. “Look let me a look at this code for a few hours. And you see if there’s something you can do for my relatives. How does that sound?”


There is silence amid node of agreement.


James speaks. “I know people who could get your relations somewhere safe. I’ll contact them now and see what sort of timeframe they can make their.”

Distant Love (Part 85)

Three people in a futuristic control room using holographic screens showing weather and data graphics.

Mick stares at him. “You know what that is, don’t you.”

“What’s going on?” Maeve asks.

Derek drove over to a console on the left of the holographic image. It was full of varying symbols of different sizes.

“How did you know? Like nobody knows.” Derek smiles shaking his head from side to side.

Aaron speaks. “About six months ago, the resistance broke into the Secret Services gaining access to the files of every human being in the system. So, when we heard that you had freed our Maeve, it made sense to learn more.”

Derek’s smile disappears as Aaron continues.

“We know they turned. you. But we also know that you are one of the few people who understand the Tomahaw code that could help us carry this out. To be honest, I found that your a nice guy. So, hopefully we can come to an arrangement.”

Maeves’ hands are up around her mouth. “What have you done?”

Derek goes red in the face and tries to speak. Then, he clears his throat. “It was the only way to save you, Maeve. I swear. I learned Tomahaw when I was young. It’s archaic, obsolete in many ways. That’s why so few know it. She said that she’ll kill my relations if I don’t do as she asks.”

Legends: A Gripping Look at Britain’s Drug War Drama

Police officer in reflective jacket speaking with a man on a rainy urban street at night with a police car.

Readers, I am so excited to tell you about this series. It surpassed my expectations. Legends is a British crime drama television series written and created by Neil Forsyth and produced by his Tannadice Pictures production company.

In the face of a surging heroin and cocaine epidemic flooding Britain’s streets during the Thatcher era’s “War on Drugs,” a small team of ordinary Customs and Excise civil servants—airport screeners, clerks, and everyday bureaucrats with zero espionage training—are thrust into the shadows. Their mission: infiltrate some of the country’s most dangerous international drug gangs from the inside. What unfolds is a riveting cat-and-mouse game where the lines between duty, identity, and survival blur dangerously.

The series excels at showing the absurdity and bravery of this real-life operation. These aren’t polished MI6 agents; they’re relatable underdogs risking everything—families, sanity, and lives—for a cause bigger than themselves.

The cast is phenomenal and elevates the material to must-watch status:

  • Steve Coogan delivers one of his strongest dramatic turns as Don, the haunted, world-weary mentor figure assembling and leading the ragtag team. He brings layers of dry wit, quiet intensity, and emotional depth, balancing comic relief with profound gravitas.
  • Tom Burke (as Carter, a dedicated family man) is magnetically intense—his portrayal captures the personal toll of undercover work with raw vulnerability and steely resolve.
  • Supporting players, including Tom Hughes and others in the ensemble, round out a believable crew of misfits. The chemistry crackles, making you genuinely care about these characters’ fates.

The antagonists—ruthless yet charismatic gang figures—are equally well-drawn, adding moral complexity rather than cartoonish villainy.

Forsyth’s writing shines with sharp dialogue, meticulous research, and a perfect mix of tension and levity. The ’90s period detail is impeccable: lived-in fashion, iconic Britpop soundtrack (with some fitting anachronisms that enhance the vibe), gritty London and regional locations, and a palpable sense of bureaucratic chaos meeting street-level danger.

Pacing is deliberate yet propulsive—each episode builds on the last, culminating in a satisfying, high-impact conclusion across the compact season. It’s binge-friendly without feeling rushed, offering moments of quiet reflection amid the adrenaline.

What makes Legends special is its heart. Amid the procedural thrills and undercover intrigue, it explores themes of sacrifice, loyalty, identity erosion, and the human cost of systemic battles like the drug war. It’s thrilling and thoughtful—funny in spots thanks to the unlikely recruits’ fish-out-of-water moments, yet never losing sight of the stakes.

Quite simply, this is must watch tv. Five stars out of five from me. Now start Netflixing.

Distant Love (Part 84)

Crane operator using joystick and screens to manage large construction site with cranes and vehicles

The building looks dilapidated from the outside with fading and peeling yellow paint. However, Derek’s face lit up on seeing what’s inside. Every square inch is taken up with computers and holographic displays.

Mick grins. “Not bad, is it? The site contains a powerful mainframe. It took the resistance quite the number of years to get such a powerful resource.”

Aaron laughs. “Like you had much to do with it.” There are sniggers from the other two.

Mick scowls.

“I’m only joking. Come on, finish off saying your little piece. I’ve heard it a gazillion times but they haven’t.”

“So, Maeve and Derek. This is what we call the nerve center of our forthcoming operation. Plans are already well advance. Have a quiet look around. We can talk more later.”

Pushing his joystick forwards, he surveys the room. At the center, he comes across a display of their target. It is more detailed than what he had found on the ship, AI generated sentry guards, each with their own facial feature march incessantly.

After that is what Derek calls an artificial gateway. A backdoor into the real system. And now Derek knows why he was so anxious to join him.

Distant Love (Part 83)

Large futuristic mech vehicle with glowing engines moving through rusty industrial ruins

“Where now?” Derek twists his neck to look at those behind him.

Mick responds, “Go to the industrial area on the West side of the city. I’ll give the directions as we get closer.”

Derek replies, “Will do.”

The ship veers to the left. Derek can feel the power at his fingertips, and it feels good.

There are less tall buildings in this part of the city. Instead, there are large industrial buildings with big yards filled intermittently with heavy goods vehicles.

“Mick, it’s safe to stand up now. Come and point where we’re going.”

He points to a derelict building in the distance on the outskirts near green fields.  A few moments later their destination had been reached.

Derek sets the ship down in the yard beside the building. Fresh, warm hair sweeps through the ship.

A couple of minutes later, they are outside the building. The sun warms Derek’s body.

I wish I could stay in the here and now. It feels so good.

Mick waves his hands for people to follow him. “This way.”

Derek drives up beside Maeve. “I guess we better follow him. He seems to have been here before.”

She grins. “I definitely hope so, anyway.”

Distant Love (Part 82)

Futuristic cityscape with tall illuminated skyscrapers, waterways, boats, and mountains at sunset

She placed her hand on his shoulder. “Let’s rock.”

Derek spoke in a raised tone. “Okay, everybody, strap yourselves in. And somebody, remind me exactly where we’re going again.”

The others strapped themselves into their seats.

Mick piped up. “We’re going to a place called Fairgrounds. It’s close to the city of Liverpool. Stay close to the ground. We don’t want to attract any attention.”

Derek inputted the coordinates.

The ship shook as the thrusters ignited. The green field slipped from view to a vista of the blue ocean. The ship then propelled forward over the waves. Derek paid heed to Mick’s advice not to fly too high.

Half an hour later, the sea disappeared below, replaced by the greens of fields and trees. There are sparse human settlements. Before long, Derek is weaving his way through the Scottish highlands. There are forests, lakes, and farms.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Maeve says.

“How much longer?” Aaron asks.

Derek shouts to those behind him. “About an hour away.”

The mountainous terrain comes to an end and is replaced by undulating countryside. Then back over sea.

“We’re almost there now.”

The metropolis appears over the water in the distance. Skyscrapers reaching up into the heavens.