Lost in Words

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...

I had a friend at school by the name of Colin. Although we were the same age, he was quite tall and a lot bigger than me. I suspect that be...

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...