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Reflecting with sincere compassion on those crippled...unable to leave their house, they gaze out of window watching world pass by. Take heart, be...

This is an apocryphal tale narrated in the voice of a small boy. The boy being my late father in law and his recollection of a day trip to the seaside that ultimately went wrong. I have embellished much, but the essence of the recollection remains true, as was the final destination of the ill-fated trip.

houses are envelopes posted through time recipients changing letters put in, taken out. From the War son, brother, father, lost mother upstairs, her...

They’ve been working on the house two doors down for 6 months now It looks spectacular Young men have been there all day music blaring machines...

Why Brexit must not be denied. Germany has had a plan for world domination since the second world war and before then. Hitler’s Stufenplan or stage...

For Love Or Money By Paul McCann You keep on doing this and doing that but you’re never do what I wished you would do , now its time for me to lay my...

“Oops,” said Larry, as he slipped on a half-eaten doughnut, fell off the cliff and dashed his brains on the rocks below. “Oh dear,” said Mick, who...

I’m staring at the ceiling in a strange room with the smell of bleach and pine furniture.

Boiling Mad By Paul McCann The sun is always shinning behind the darkest cloud. Never think you’re on your own I’m with you in the crowd. I’ve seen...