Lost in Words

  An idea crossed my mind. Writers often move through life with a slightly different perspective from everyone else. It is not necessar...

Just one of the dumb things that I did at school, when I was a lad. From Son of My Father. I remember the headmaster because of the one tim...

When I began writing Son of My Father , I realised how much of my dad’s story I never really knew. So much of who he was existed quietly in ...

An extract from my memoir, Son of My Father.       A very different time. My Brother wrote the service for mam's funeral. He wrote the...

From Son of My Father. When a friend turns out to not be a friend at all. I had a friend at school by the name of Colin. Although we were th...

I’m in the back seat of a car parked down the road from a pub. This pub was in the city, but some way from home. It was the pub where, acc...