We know not what we do…

We know not what we do... Dear Mum & Dad, I’m writing this letter to let you know that you are making me sad. Sometimes I wish that you would split up so that the arguments would stop. Mostly I just want you to love each other again. You have both told me before that, … Continue reading We know not what we do…

He did not act alone…

He did not act alone... My heart was beating as I made my way to the position we’d agreed during the months of planning. Today we would change the course of history. The streets were busy with people and the atmosphere was one of excitement and good humour. I wondered if he was ready. There … Continue reading He did not act alone…

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…