I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor…

I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor Dedicated to Amy Mather. Amy is in my top ten of sisters. Obviously she’s below the mighty Sister Sledge and the imperious Sisters of Mercy but she still makes the higher echelons of my chart. Currently she’s sandwiched, like the finest cut of Yorkshire ham, between the … Continue reading I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor…

The Waiting Room (Part One)

I was feeling pretty good about myself as I was shown into the waiting room. I’d been one of life’s high achievers so death just seemed like a new beginning to me. I was sure I could make a success of the afterlife in the same way I had in the land of the living.

Nowhere Man…

Nowhere Man is dedicated to James Mullooly. Despite being terrible at football, aesthetically challenged, obsessed with emptying dishwashers and incapable of making a decision, James is one of my very best friends. I love him dearly. He also refuses to read my blog the lowlife cretin. Thanks to the Beatles for the loan of their … Continue reading Nowhere Man…

Don’t look back in anger…

Don’t look back in anger. Dedicated to the people of Manchester. Thinking of all those affected by the terrorist attack one year ago today. Thanks to Oasis for the loan of their song title. Billy was brought up to hate Muslims. His Dad used to call them ‘terrorists’ and ‘murderers’ who didn’t belong in this … Continue reading Don’t look back in anger…

Ace of Spades…

Ace of Spades is dedicated to Rachel Anna Winstanley. Thanks to Motörhead for the loan of their song title. She didn’t see it at first. It was only when she turned round to lock her front door behind her that she noticed it. A single playing card, face down, on her doormat. Reaching down to … Continue reading Ace of Spades…