My wicked, wicked Life

By btcronin

A collection of stories, mostly true with the odd bit of poetic licence, from my student days in Switzerland, England, Ireland and elsewhere.

By btcronin on Sat, 01 Nov 2008

“They´ve blown up the pillar” he shouted triumphantly, his ear pressed firmly to his old transistor radio. “That´ll show the bastards”, he added.

By btcronin on Mon, 10 Nov 2008

Five minutes later his high powered Renault failed to make the corner at the end of the Pier Road and hit the harbor wall at high speed.

By btcronin on Sat, 01 Nov 2008

“They´ve blown up the pillar” he shouted triumphantly, his ear pressed firmly to his old transistor radio. “That´ll show the bastards”, he added