Raised in the UK by an Irish mother and Scouse father.
Now confined in France raising sheep.
Those who tell the stories rule society.
If a story I write makes you smile, laugh or cry I would be honoured if you shared it and passed it on..
Returned for Spring
There is one hour to go. I am nervous. I know you are not here yet but I am going to have to start talking to you now. The butterflies in my stomach are driving me crazy. I have been feeling the nerves building all day and now I think I might be sick.
The Hunting Party
The Wolf of Normandy you’ve heard so much about was John Turner. He was born in Ireland, not France. He was not born in 1975. He was born much earlier. He was a much older man than you have all been led to believe. You see I know all about the man and how he changed the world. The myths told about him are mostly untrue. You see I knew him better than most, John Turner was my father.
Betting on the Long Shot
Before you start I should explain I am going to need your undivided attention. I have some video for you to watch. So if you are having a quick skive at work I recommend you save this article and read it later when I can have your undivided attention. Trust me, it will be worth it.
The Fables About the Fabulous Aesop
Everybody is a storyteller. Going right back to the dawn of time, we used the fire at the end of the day to express our thoughts and feelings; to teach our experiences and explain our understandings of the world. Everybody's life and history is a network of stories spanning through the fabric of existence.
How to tell your Friend their Vocal Article is Terrible
If you don't have anything nice to say..... ....come sit next to me. Alice Roosevelt Longworth It has already started; that quiet roar before the predictable outrage starts. I realise I am poking a hornets nest. I have a provocative title and have opened with a controversial quote.
Good Old Joe has Something to Confess
You can call me Joe. It is not my real name, but it is a good name. It is an everyman name. Joe can have almost any identity, be any shape, age or size.
Why is a Laser Beam Like a Goldfish?
“I have a friend. He keeps trying to convince me he’s a compulsive liar, but I don’t believe him.” “Good Opener, okay FEZ let’s go old school, a joke about marriage.”
The Door Home
The sound of my running feet dominated the silence on the moor. My heaving breath was visible in the cold air. A silver moonlight illuminated the ground and a fog was rolling in. My visibility was impaired and that made the sound of my running seem like everything. I headed uphill to escape the mist. I was lost. Although, that was the least of my worries. I was not trying to escape the fog. I was trying to escape what brought the fog.