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Shug Happens 2
‘I want Shadow!’ Sean wailed and cried so much he choked like an asthmatic on his own last breath. Mum had to hold on to her son or Sean would...
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Hillsborough
Be damned your Maxwell and Murdochs Poodle politicians and Tory scum On a private-public leash Hauled o’er the Lepping Lane The smashed road of David...
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Sean Happens.
‘Yer little friends are no so little noo,’ said Auntie Evie. She was skinny, dark haired and exhausted looking, but not as exhausted look as my mum...
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The Little Lady
I think I deserved a little whisky and water to help me through the interviews. We’d agency doing the cleaning, but I’d told my wife it would be...
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Windfall.
We had a great interest in ghosts, prompted by a fear of being called a shitebag for turning down a dare when we were younger. In a less than spooky...
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trippple
Posted on Tue, 11 Nov 2025
trippple like tipple. More than one. Like a burn to the sea or see?
Read full commentPosted in The Second Shadow
great story, not a shadow on
Posted on Tue, 11 Nov 2025
great story, not a shadow on the second shadow. bravo.
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ah, wow, delicate and tough,
Posted on Mon, 10 Nov 2025
ah, wow, delicate and tough, hard to braid and hard to breath. The things you know.
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ah, but no leaky teapots,
Posted on Mon, 10 Nov 2025
ah, but no leaky teapots, Turlough. Always that missing piece.
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in the annnals of wandering
Posted on Mon, 10 Nov 2025
in the annnals of wandering about fields field, I've never seen so much dedication. You deserve all the honours of the broken teapot. Long may your luminary reek. There hasn't been such dedicated tramping since the potato and toilet-roll famine...
Read full commentPosted in Turlough Ó Carolan's Farewell to Turlough Ó Maoláin
the newspaper nobody ever
Posted on Sun, 09 Nov 2025
the newspaper nobody ever read. Must be the Egyptian equivalent of the Sun.
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much I sadly find myself
Posted on Sun, 09 Nov 2025
much I sadly find myself agreeing with here. Backward steps for humanity.
Read full commentPosted in Victory In Europe Day 8th of May 2025 : Hollow Victory Celebration After Almost 80 Years of Success and Peace
ah, if death could make us
Posted on Tue, 21 Oct 2025
ah, if death could make us better than we are this is the cure.
Read full commentPosted in Why does it always rain in graveyards?
Jesus. That's hard to read.
Posted on Tue, 21 Oct 2025
Jesus. That's hard to read. Impossible to life with. Yet, for so many, that was their life. To think so many children are escorted to and from school gates. And to imagine the reality of that kind of reality. That kind of short life.
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I'd a Mrs Bridges at school.
Posted on Thu, 16 Oct 2025
I'd a Mrs Bridges at school. That was the actual teacher's name. She taught me for two years. I wasn't on of her favourites. She wasn't one of mine. Mrs Boyle asked that question when we were in Primary 2. I said I wanted to be a binman. She was...
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