I never took that much notice

I never took that much notice

Just a short story I was inclined to write… “You mean back in the day? Oh, that’s a while ago. I mean, I remember. Bits of it all. But I never took that much notice. Well, I did, but most of the early things weren’t near Philly, so it didn’t really concern...
Discovering Books

Discovering Books

I have a tendency to discover a new series of books when they are far from new. Clancy was on his third release when I discovered Jack Ryan. Michael Connolly and his famed Harry Bosch were many volumes into their adventures, Lee Child and Jack Reacher were...
I love history…

I love history…

The fascination with history is unending for me. I love to study most, if not all, eras from before the Romans and Egyptians through to the events of last year. It is all fascinating. Yet, I am, like a lot, especially drawn to and horrified by the events leading up to...

Just Words

Give me your guns, your blacks, your browns, your poor white trash Your flotsam and jetsam, on broad shores Turn in your needles, lines, your rocks and dust Stand to my front and claim I am nothing Call my woman’s form weak When I hold your liberty in my hands...
The Antrim Coast

The Antrim Coast

Turns out the BBC is releasing a new 3-part Documentary looking at the forging of the Antrim Coast road. Recognised as one of the great tourist drives of the world. To tie in, I thought, have a poem: You see a simple stretch of road, from arch to arch in length Yet no...