Welcome to my cave

This site is like the work of a crooked builder – unfinished and not safe; but work is progressing
. . . enter at own risk.

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Clootie and his double

Oh, the joys of manticulation! says our pet cutpurse – who likes to send us rushing to the dictionary . . .

Who is Manfred Clootie?

Rest assured, he exists, not perhaps as someone you could bump into, but certainly as an embodiment of poetic larceny (which is poetic licence applied to minor crime, in his case manticulation, commonly known as pickpocketing).

Nobody is quite sure that he is still among the living. He has twisted and turned his biography so grievously that some people have reported that they attended his funeral more than once. Certainly he took his first breath some time before the Second World War; whether or not he has yet taken his last is a difficult question but not one that is beyond all conjecture.

The compilers of this website have attempted to gather Clootie’s writings and to place them in a single archive. Alas, the man was a slovenly organiser and so his slaves, ex-proofreaders and minor editors, some of them barely literate, have been forced to gather up the scattered leaves that contain his scribblings and have tried to bind them together into one volume, which is this site.

The poor old manticulator has no real use for mobile phones or blogs. His phone number, he says, is unlisted, but something vaguely resembling a blog is right here.

Use these links  to go to Stories, Found objects etc. To scroll to the top of a document, click the triangle on the lower right.

There are complete books to be found in Clootie’s hideout. They are in PDF form and can be read on most computers. The titles are:

Marulian’s Menagerie

Pieces of clootie

The prisoner’s song

MCpickpocketSongs (Being some of the results of Clootie’s grapplings with his muse.)