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StoryDawsie and Son btcronin013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryCockles and Mussels Alive-Alive-oh! btcronin013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBank Holiday Weekend btcronin013 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionMy wicked, wicked Life btcronin013 years 3 weeks ago
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StoryNelson´s Pillar 1966 btcronin013 years 2 months ago
StoryNelson´s Pillar 1966 btcronin013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Tale of the Goatskin Rug btcronin013 years 2 months ago
StoryMick´s Hotel btcronin013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Little World of Father Ned - Patrick the Vet btcronin013 years 2 months ago
StoryTannenbaum btcronin013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Delivery Trip btcronin013 years 2 months ago
StoryJack the Butcher btcronin013 years 2 months ago
StoryEven the Olives are weeping btcronin113 years 2 months ago

My stories

Bank Holiday Weekend

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.

Nelson´s Pillar 1966

“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

Nelson´s Pillar 1966

“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.

The Tale of the Goatskin Rug

The pubs do a roaring trade and travelling people being travelling people, outbreaks of fisticuffs – and worse – are a regular feature of the weeklong festival.

Mick´s Hotel

The ancient station wagon careened through the entrance gates in a shower of sparks and shuddered to a stop at the Hotel frontage, steam pouring from beneath the shattered bonnet.

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