
Nineteen crates
Nineteen milk crates nobody could explain, stacked where no adult ever looked. Every single one of them was about to leave the ground.
“Behind the shed there were nineteen milk crates.”
Book one · gallery
Four finished spreads from The Great Milk Crate Prank — tap any one to open it large, with the words that sit on the page. Below them: every story still waiting on ink, with its synopsis. A new spread gets drawn every week.

Nineteen milk crates nobody could explain, stacked where no adult ever looked. Every single one of them was about to leave the ground.
“Behind the shed there were nineteen milk crates.”

Barry only ever said one word, and he always said it from the grass. Two feet out of frame, Mum was pegging out a duvet cover.
““Higher,” said Barry.”

One and a half seconds of being the tallest boy in Essex, one trainer already gone, and not one adult in the garden looking up.
“For about one and a half seconds I was the tallest boy in Essex.”

Every crate back. Every knee brushed. And then Dad, with his mug, saying the one sentence that could have ended everything.
“We put every crate back.”
18 stories are written up but not drawn yet. Here's the bit that makes you want each one — tap through for the whole thing.
1994 · The recreation ground, Bramblewick
The recreation ground is empty, the grass is wet, and we've just borrowed a car with very bald tyres. It is the perfect recipe for skids…
“Round and round we went, until... BANG.”
1995 · A house on the Colchester road
The first rule of a 'bring your own booze' party is simple: hide the evidence…
“Then we saw it: Mum's car... right by the hedge.”
1996 · Village hall, Bramblewick
Every school disco needs a smoke machine, but the village hall doesn't have one. What it does have is a fire extinguisher…
“The music was pumping... and then the world went white.”
1996 · A shed behind the sea wall, Brightlingsea
Ben's den is the perfect hideout: a battered shed behind the sea wall with a sofa and a kettle. It is our private kingdom. Or so we think…
“It was our den. So why did the teapot feel... warm?”
1995 · The lane home from the 2-4 shop
It's a race back from the chip shop, but not for chips. We've liberated a neighbour's bedsheets from their washing line, and now they're magnificent capes…
“My mum's going to... absolutely kill me.”
1997 · The humpback bridge, Bramblewick road
Neil's dad's car is a beauty, but can it fly? There's only one way to find out: the old humpback bridge on the Bramblewick road…
“And for a second... we were flying.”
1995 · The Bramblewick road, by the hedges
Dale's just got a new BB gun and he's showing it off to everyone. He's so busy being a tough guy, he doesn't spot the police car cruising slowly down the road…
“Just act normal... he's looking right at us.”
1995 · The pavement outside Dale's house
There's a scream. A cry of agony. A boy collapses to the pavement as if struck by a cannonball. It's Dale, and he's just been shot…
“Avenge me... tell my story.”
1996 · The river, past the mill
A sunny afternoon, a gentle river, and Dale, blissfully asleep in a giant rubber ring. It's the perfect picture of peace…
“Should we... should we wake him up?”
1997 · Three back gardens on the estate
A badly aimed water balloon, an open window, and a very, very angry man. Now we're running for our lives, vaulting fences and tearing through back gardens…
“He's clearing the fences... without even touching them.”
1994 · Everywhere in the village
One week, it is pogo sticks. The next, diabolos. The next, rollerblades…
“Right, that's it... who wants to have a go on my pogo stick?”
1995 · A strawberry polytunnel off the back lane
It is a hot summer afternoon, and the farmer's polytunnel is bursting with ripe, red strawberries. We fill our pockets, then our shirts, then our faces…
“And on the count of three... we all start throwing.”
1998 · Ben's yard and the gravel track
Ben's dad is out, and he has left the keys to his Escort van. A quick spin around the yard cannot hurt, can it?…
“Wait... was that the bumper falling off?”
1997 · The retail park, Colchester
At the retail park, Chubb is desperate for a wee. The queue for the McDonald's toilet is too long, so he slips out the back…
“Chubb, don't look up... but I think you're on television.”
1996 · The cracked court on the rec
For two whole summers, all we do is play basketball. The court is cracked and the hoop is too high, but we do not care…
“That was not a foul... you are just rubbish at this game.”
1995 · A plum tree and a garden gate
There is a house in Bramblewick with a plum tree so full, the branches are touching the pavement. We fill our pockets, then we have a brilliant idea…
“That'll be fifty pence, please... for your own plums.”
1997 · The long grass by the golf course fence
It’s a sweltering summer Saturday and we’re bored. We’ve got a brand-new slingshot, but nothing to ping with it…
“My hand pulled the elastic back... further... and further...”
1993 · The tennis court, Bramblewick
The new boy, Barry, has a face like a slapped satsuma and a treasure trove of words we’ve only ever heard adults mutter…
“He took a deep breath, and said the word we were all thinking.”