Scratching my balls: one of life’s timeless pursuits

Scratching my balls this morning, scrolling through the bollocks that is Facebook I came across a football post. To be more precise, a reminisce of Notts County. For those who have met me, or somewhat surprisingly have become my friend on Facebook and neither of us know how the fuck this actually happened, you will … Read more

Titanic and me: my iceberg conscience

Cutting a solitary figure, standing at the very edge of the now decommissioned dock in Belfast where the then largest movable structure on Earth ever built was launched one-hundred and nine years earlier, and over half a century before I was born, I looked as far out to sea as I possibly could. My isolation, … Read more

Peter Pan in black & white

I wouldn’t say that I enjoyed the complete roller-coaster ride whilst bathed in glorious sunshine in Nottingham yesterday. I shouted, until I lost my voice, jumped up and down like a proverbial jack in the box and hid the tears under my shades at the end. Aged 58 I have abandoned any desire to be … Read more

Julie

In some pub in Farnham, Surrey in 1983 my life changed forever when I fell in love for the first time. I have only truly fallen in love three times in my entire life. I clapped eyes on a shy looking girl at a work reunion and she literally stole my heart. Although I had … Read more