It was Raymond’s suggestion. I had never really understood art, so I was never very inclined to visit art galleries. I can appreciate the colours, the skill; the talent involved. I understand that there’s talent. Well, most of the time—as Bob Dylan said. Other times . . . Well, I just don’t know. Like […]Read more "It’s Art, Duh!"
Monday Presumably there was something within my father—something that shook him awake at night, poked at his bowels daily, reached out of his mouth and slapped him in the face in front of the mirror each morning—that prompted him to make the list. You could call it a bucket list, I guess. But […]Read more "Something’s Gotta Be Done (Part One)"
A boy wakes up to his reality.Read more "Youth"
The mother (i) My mother calls while I’m in the middle of editing a piece that’s to run in a tabloid. I pick up, because she’ll keep calling until I do. ‘Hey, Mam. I’m kind of busy.’ ‘I know, you’re always busy, can you just do something for me for a sec?’ […]Read more "Conversations with Family Members (and the Bits In-Between)."
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov’s letter to his older brother Nikolai – which features his 8 Qualities of Cultured People – has done the rounds, but there’s no harm in sharing it again for any of you who may have missed it. I come back to it regularly, for it’s always an enjoyable read. It was penned in […]Read more "Chekhov Letter to his Brother Nikolai"
He thought to himself that there was no such thing. “There’s always a job to do,” he’d say. And he was right. If ever a neighbour needed his talents, he was there: screwdriver, plug fuse, even door knob. He was right, there always was a job to do. He’d been on his […]Read more "Jobless"
An extract from my recently finished novel, ‘Leaving Sadie’Read more "‘Leaving Sadie’ – Extract"