Monthly Archives: July 2011

You have to admit, it does fascinate. All the changes, inconvenience, unpredictability and forgotten brollies. Wherever would we be without it? I really wouldn’t want to live in somewhere like Florida. How positively boring, always knowing what the weather was … Continue reading →

The old man pushed yellow and green bits of foliage away from his watery eyes as he tried to remember. Wrinkled hands that had once held so much love paused in mid-air as he stopped for a moment and realised … Continue reading →

You know I’m not too sure about this thing called ‘writer’s block’, personally I have never experienced it so I can only surmise that it has something to do with an inability to write anything. Anything at all.Now this I presume … Continue reading →

Well now the last five posts have been verging on the literary, not good as no-one will understand what the hell I’ve written and quite right too. That’s the thing about ‘the literary’, it’s never really read but still ends … Continue reading →

Not far from my front door is an empty beach. A wasted boat sprawls across some sticky lumps of ugly mud like some hard up nude waiting for a few quid from a paint splattered hand while wrinkled up men with baseball caps and ladies trying … Continue reading →

The sturdy hotel, hanging green parasols and comforting wisps of cigarette smoke prodded my memory for the second time this week. Hello I thought, another sandy Goweronian  scene to tempt my creative juices. Not so. All I could do was remember a two-week caravan jaunt … Continue reading →

What a silly name! A little place peppered with little streets and little shops hiding behind dusty postcards and pink fishing nets waiting for a childish tug and a few pennies more.Grey seas rattle outside tea and coffee cups  while Joe looks on … Continue reading →

Have you noticed how hitting 50 brings certain obligations? Obligations that hitherto could only be imagined in some sci-fi novel. I refer of course to the mandatory Aspirin and Statin. Both are apparently in league with one another and both … Continue reading →

What a mixture! Some Lunch Club members, the odd pair of female lips bent with cheeky nostalgia, a Classic car or two and a row of green beach huts full of Viagra free memory.I had been taken back to a place I had once known intimately, … Continue reading →