She was young. She was beautiful. She had long blond hair, and a figure that any Irishman would drool into his pint over. She stroked my head. “Are you comfortable?” she asked. “Very.” said I. “You just lie back and … Continue reading →
“Are you going down to the village today” says Herself. “Nah. I’m not going out at all today. I have a very bad feeling.” “What do you mean? Feeling?” “I just know something very bad is going to happen if … Continue reading →
I was browsing the Sunday Times and came across a little snippet. I’m sure they wont mind me stealing robbing borrowing it …… Council officials have warned a woman that birds in her garden are singing too loudly. Environmental health … Continue reading →
I went down to the village again for coffee yesterday. This is getting to be a habit. As I sat in the sun, supped my coffee and puffed the pipe with Sandy sitting at my feet, I contemplated village life. … Continue reading →
