Invisible Man
Sometimes one becomes invisible to those around one and wonderrs how that experience has inspired writers.
Sometimes one becomes invisible to those around one and wonderrs how that experience has inspired writers.
Granny Clarke and the Banshee
I’ve been watching the World Cup Rugby. I love it, never played so sometimes the referees seem to be blind but then the referees who were in charge of our school football needed better glasses. […]
I don’t remember what triggered the memory but my pal and I, from Scotland, were staying with my Irish Granny and went to see a Bob Hope film, expecting it to be funny. It was […]
This Leprechaun thing started because people asked how I found story ideas but it has grown into how I plan a story and how things just pop up when I start the idea rolling, for […]
I’m trying to get something about Flower Shows, not the Chelsea Flower Show but one in Miss Kirkhope’s village of Cairndhu, down on paper but the Leprechaun keep sidling in. I was watching a documentary […]
The only thing I ever really learned on those management courses was that ‘a man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still but they did give me a fund of stories. On […]
I’ve had the plumbers in – twice. The first time was because of a whistle. Technically I assumed a little bit of something had turned the inlet valve for the cistern into a whistle. If […]
There was a followup to the electricity black-out. I asked one of my neighbours if she knew what had happened and she told me it was nothing to do with the electricity man, it was […]
The man from the electricity company came yesterday morning to check on something and last night we had the lights went out in this complex for what is reported as, the first time in living […]