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The Third World War

Seventy-five years since the end of the Second World War. We’ve had a few close calls. The Cuban Missile Crisis, for example. Like an old Corporation bus running late the apocalypse rumbles into view. All writers are prophets for hire, waiting for the Virgin Mary to make an appearance before we take the fare. Here we have a Vision of Geronda Ephraim Addressing the Ukrainian Situation and casually flinging in his bombshell, don’t worry about that...

Antonio Inurbe (2019) The Librarian of Auschwitz (based on the true story of Dita Kraus) translated by Lilit Zekulin Thwaites.

Reading is my religion. This book is billed as a true story, marked down as a genre somewhere between The Tattooist of Auschwitz a nd The Choice . The latter was a life-affirming, marvellous book, beautifully written with a clear moral message. The former – I only read the first fifty pages. I find myself in the same misgivings with The Librarian of Auschwitz as I did with The Tattooist Here are a few examples. A black shadow, darker than all...

Celtic 1—2 Rangers

I’d a gut feeling Celtic would lose today and a gut feeling they’ll lose the Championship. Hope I’m wrong, of course. Last year we were behind Rangers and went on to win it comfortably. I remember being 13 points behind Hearts a few years ago. No need to go overboard and get bogged down in hype and hysteria. Rangers not if, when, they win their game in hand will be a point ahead in the league. In terms of performance this was on par with the...

Peter (Barra) McGachy (1956-2019)

Peter (Barra) McGachy died on Friday 13 th December. I’m sure there’s a joke in there somewhere. Barra was a bit of a bard, one of life’s storytellers. He would be saying, ‘C’mon, Friday the 13 th for fuck sake’. He’d one of those gritty voices that came from a mineshaft below his feet and echoed up through his body. His throaty laugh was a bit like that, an invitation to stop fucking about, get a drink and enjoy your life. And his moustache,...

Fergal Keane (2005) All of these people.

I know this man. He is one of us. All of these people are people I know. Good and bad, flawed humans. Fergal Keane is much the same age as me. His father was a well-known actor and his mother a school teacher. Ireland was a generation behind us when he was born, in a different times zone, gripped by a dangerous nostalgia of what could have been, a different kind of Ireland, one that was ruled by priests and hypocrisy. Fergal’s father was an...

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Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point

Posted by airyfairy on Fri, 20 Dec 2019 A couple of real crackers for you this week (pun definitely intended). Our Poem of the Week is 'Exhaling Stars' by the-real-jaw. Beautiful use of language and symbolism together with sharp observation of the world in all its bleak reality. It's a tremendous piece of work: https://www.abctales.com/story/real-jaw/exhaling-stars Story of the Week goes to Part 4 of Canonette's marvellous 'UV'. Another example...

Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point

A couple of real crackers for you this week (pun definitely intended). Our Poem of the Week is 'Exhaling Stars' by the-real-jaw. Beautiful use of language and symbolism together with sharp observation of the world in all its bleak reality. It's a tremendous piece of work: https://www.abctales.com/story/real-jaw/exhaling-stars Story of the Week goes to Part 4 of Canonette's marvellous 'UV'. Another example of sharp observation married wtih humour...

Storyville, Facing Franco’s Crimes, The Silence of Others, BBC 4, BBC iPlayer, Directors and Producers Almudena Carracedo and Robert Bahar.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m000bynq/storyville-facing-francos-crimes-the-silence-of-others What is justice? Here’s a narrative of a statue of Christ in Spain, Italy, Germany, England or sunny California in which the hands get lopped off, a bomb, a bullet or vandalism. St Teresa of Avila, who founded an order of Carmelites nuns in her native Spain, declared Christ has no hands but ours. That was the message. Here’s another story...

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