Autobiography
Vomit City
Vomit City I was stumbling home the rain had turned to hail. Ahead staggered a woman Spewing in the gutter Looking very pail. So I lifted her from...
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Border Crossing
I was the very first child through the "iron curtain", or so my father assured me, and I believe it to be the case.
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Just another night
What was tonight? Whiskey and water. Beer, Cigarette passes between lips. Smoke inhaled. Scared of the night. Afraid to leave, Afraid to stay. Lost...
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Barfly
I’m a barfly. In bars I fly. I slap tenners On the wet Bar top. People stand clear Waiting for me to flop. But I don’t drop. “Whiskey, double”, “Erm...
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Its Only Life
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Its only life. We flowed down the broken street, feet dropping into holes in the battered, unrepaired, ignored road. Bars and more bars surround us,...
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Golden Memories: Tea Rooms and Cafes
On the face of it, tearooms wouldn't seem to be as exciting as nightclubs. Nevertheless, they have their moments too. In the biker years warm cafes...
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In A Hooded Court
. Paul F. McCann IN A HOODED COURT Who really can say where the hooded men are and what their questioning is trying to prove. With the isolation of...
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Golden Memories: Nightclubs #3
Even though I had two or three favourites, my introversion had the strange effect of compelling me to sample every nightclub opportunity presented to...
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A Walk in The Park During The Christmas Season Of Goodwill (Don't Breathe On Me)
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A Walk In The Park During The Christmas Season Of Goodwill Could have been my last! Walking the Dogs in the local Park, with my wife’s son, who lives...
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