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Terence Mullan
In the movies, the people who are writers only ever drink coffee and write. I could do that. They never have to work in their garden or take their cat to the vet or go shopping in Kaufland.
My stories
Crado Come Home
Me and the world around me during the second half of July 2024, in 100 words per day.
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All the President’s Biscuits
Me and the world around me during the first half of July 2024, in 100 words per day.
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Candi Staton, the Sea and Me
Memories of my last night before becoming a salty sea dog. It all happened at the Devon public house in the fashionable Cross Gates district of Leeds, round about the end of August 1976.
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Tang Hall Beck
Sunny Saturdays with the sticklebacks and my friend John Lancaster. A memory of York from 1966.
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Eric’s War
A concise history of World War Two as told to me long ago by my dear old friend Eric. Additional material was provided by his lovely wife Peggy.
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I really enjoyed the way your
Posted on Wed, 29 Dec 2021
I really enjoyed the way your words recreated in my mind the cold stillness of the cemetery. Even though you describe a place for the dead surrounded by lifeless objects, you seemed to bring it to life.
I particularly liked your line ......
Read full commentPosted in In Memoriam
'We shouldn't be so harsh on
Posted on Fri, 24 Dec 2021
'We shouldn't be so harsh on Boris Johnson. He's done such a lot to revive the Dickensian way of celebrating Christmas,' said Bob Cratchit's son, Tiny Tim.
An excellent piece of writing Paul. Amusing from start to finish.
Read full commentPosted in A Christmas Boris
Aye, imagine being at Michael
Posted on Sun, 12 Dec 2021
Aye, imagine being at Michael Bublé's house at Christmas. You'd need a lot of Advocaat to survive that.
Read full commentPosted in Saints and Sinners - A Christmas Fable (Part One of Two)
I read news like this almost
Posted on Tue, 07 Dec 2021
I read news like this almost every day. It's sickening that an uncaring world can push people to the point where they have to risk their lives in this way. How bad must the life be that they are trying to escape from for them to accept that...
Read full commentPosted in The Journey. Part Two.
For years I worked with
Posted on Wed, 27 Oct 2021
For years I worked with elderly people and seeing them caught by dementia used to break my heart. Your words describing your Mum's situation have brought back so many memories of complete strangers who I came to love before slowly but ultimately...
Read full commentPosted in Blessings Dear Late Mum And Dad
I love reading diaries.
Posted on Sat, 23 Oct 2021
A long, long time ago I worked on ships. Working and living with people in such close proximity for six to eight months at a time whilst thousands of miles from home made me feel I got a deep understanding of, and closeness to, colleagues that I...
Read full commentPosted in That Was Genesis
A nice bit of secrecy.
Posted on Tue, 12 Oct 2021
I really enjoyed your poem Rhiannon. It hadn't crossed my mind that adults speaking in code in front of their kids was a form of keeping things secret. I remember it being a struggle with my kids, and then an even bigger struggle when they...
Read full commentPosted in Little ears are listening!
Fog horn fever
Posted on Tue, 12 Nov 2024
Thanks very much Di. I'll be grand. Worse things have happened at sea... which is what I used to say when I was at sea... which is probably why I wasn't at sea very long.
There's nothing more mournful than a fog horn. I lived in Barry in...
Read full commentPosted in The Tale of the Housemaid’s Knee
The Cartographer's Tale
Posted on Tue, 12 Nov 2024
Maps are like rainbows. They never truly end, even though we think they do. Wander off the edge of the map and you never know what adventure you'll find... maybe even a crock of gold.
Lovely words Paul. They make me want to go to a distant...
Read full commentPosted in Where Maps End
Well done dear Jenny!
Posted on Thu, 07 Nov 2024
That's quite a story! And I can understand your anxiety. I'm not all that fond of hospitals so if and when the time comes I think I'd prefer to do my own hip operation at home in the kitchen.
You were very brave to go through with it,...
Read full commentPosted in Hip Op The Second
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