Warming to the stranger at the bar

Warming To The Stranger At The Bar

To those timorous souls who are ill-equipped for a Dublin drinking bout, the heady heat of an alcohol-fuelled, smoke-filled bar on the skirts of the river Liffey might seem like an inferno (of Dantesque proportions) – but not Honey and Bessie. On the day of my arrival, Sullivan’s was jam-packed with market traders in sluicing their tonsils and oiling their throats after their morning’s work … Continue reading Warming To The Stranger At The Bar

Apprentice Days Continued

Apprentice Days Continued

Following his soujourn with Patty Poo and the others, and in a quest for his continuing education, our hero goes in search of adventure And here I am, celebrating, incognito, by gate crashing an anniversary party. Not that I don’t fit in. I’m dressed in a formal manner, which, if nothing else, adds to one’s age. There are many young fogies here, middle-aged women dressed … Continue reading Apprentice Days Continued

The Strange World Of Sidney

The Strange World Of Sidney

‘Stop chatting to your friends,’ said Miss Taff, ‘and pay attention.’ She snatched Sidney’s mobile, stuffed it into her crocodile handbag and snapped the clasp shut. The boy mumbled that he didn’t have any friends and sat down in front of the make-up table. Rummaging through a box of grease paints he found a stick of red carmine and streaked a scar across his mouth. … Continue reading The Strange World Of Sidney

In Search Of A Cure For Homosexuality

George’s life after the failed exorcism seemed to flourish to the end of his days with a seemingly successful Christian Ministry and a happy married life in a pleasant part of the country. In contrast, my future life held many challenges to be faced and battles to be fought. My dilemma of what to do after my hospitalisation was resolved by a Good Samaritan named … Continue reading In Search Of A Cure For Homosexuality

Village Tales – Romance In Feckenham

The sun fell brittle and chill upon Upper Leafy Lane, where a silver lick of rain coated the grass and hedgerows. The sky was washed porcelain blue and floated like a pale dream above Fekenham’s fair head. The birds were silent now, as though waiting expectantly for something momentous to arrive. Autumn was just around the corner and nature was getting out her gowns for … Continue reading Village Tales – Romance In Feckenham