Biography

Duneden Days - By Paul McCann I can hear the sound of the laughter , like distant echoes here long after , those childhood days were a wonderland...

Paborama speaks to a local boy who writes extensively for stage, screen and radio.... Do you recall that ‘wee bit of wind’ we had back at the end of...

It was through eyes heavy with fever that I first saw Rome. It was winter, a particularly hard winter, and the overnight train down from Geneva had...

A very short piece on childhood Easters for this Easter Sunday morning When I was very young I found the concept of Easter very difficult to...