Sleep Is A River, Flow On Forever
‘The Shrieking Of Nothing Is Killing’, As Bowie Says In Ashes To Ashes. Do I Want An Axe To Break The Writing Ice?
Category: Personal
If Friendship Has A Colour …
Time Has Beaten Both Our Faces And Slowed Our Bones, Mick and I, But Not Our Bond
Note To Self(ish): Insight Is Only The Start Of It
The Best Arguments I’ve Ever Had Were The Ones I Walked Away From
What If You Had A Killer Idea … And You Forgot It?
Imagine Archimedes Bath Never Spilled Over … Or I Hadn’t Cut My Finger
Walking Past My Father’s Face In The Mirror
I walked past my father’s face in the hall mirror the other day … Or that’s how it seemed asContinue Reading
Throw Another Rasher On The Full Irish Revolution There, Che
The Day I Said No To The Tyranny Of Fresh Socks
G’Day, Thursday
Dropped In On My Old Pal Thursday. It’s Been A Week …
This One’s About Creativity, Fiction … And Bubbles
That Hallelujah Moment When Something Marvellous Is Fetched Up From My Depths, The Mot Juste Appears On The Page …
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