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The Unmerry Puritans
I was dragged screaming into the world in the mid-1950s, into a working-class, Catholic family in Liverpool. I grew up under a spiritual oppression dominated by cold-eyed and irascible Father Dunne in the darkness of the confessional, and the openly abusive Sister Fidelis in the classroom. (She used to rap us regularly on the head with her wooden clog, that Sister of Mercy.) Serving at six…
Get Outta Here Starbucks: London Coffee House Culture after the Restoration
The Restoration of 1660 marked the end of Oliver Cromwell’s Commonwealth (following the Civil War) and the return of monarchy to England, in the person of Charles 11, “a man of a very comely presence; very affable and easy of access.” Tall, lean, swarthy, he was a prodigious boozer and womanizer who managed to father more than a dozen illegitimate children. For such reasons, he was nicknamed the…
You'll Never Believe Who Just Moved in Down the Road!
I was born and bred in Liverpool. The warmest memories of my childhood are of the times we went to my grandparents’ house for Sunday roast. The high point of those visits was the roast potatoes; the low point was the outside lavatory…at the end of the dark back yard; cut up newspaper instead of toilet paper; no light – I had to carry a torch. They lived in a terraced house in Bootle, on Kings…
The old trouble: things won't fit
Mr. Emerson is talking to Lucy inside the Basilica Santa Croce in Florence, about his son, George… “Now, don’t be stupid over this. I don’t require you to fall in love with my boy, but I do think you might try and understand him. You are nearer his age, and if you let yourself go, I am sure you are sensible. You might help him…But let yourself go. You are inclined to get muddled…Let yourself go.…
Tommy Dugdale is a stand-up comic. Bus timetables get more laughs…
“…..Two Frenchmen walk into that a pub with their sandwiches. The barman tells them they can’t eat their own food in here. So, they swapped sandwiches…… Man walks into a pub with a steering wheel down the front of his trousers. The barman asks, did you know you’ve got a steering wheel stuck down your trousers? He says, Yeah. It’s driving me nuts…….A penguin walks into a pub and asks, have you…
You Made One Fatal Mistake, Tommy: Being Born
The lights of Everest’s Bar were off, but a dimness in the window told Tommy that Dan was still on the premises. He accelerated into the empty car-park of the supermarket where Gillian worked, left the car and lurched across the road like a combat casualty. “Help me, Dan, before I bleed to death.” Dan Everest knew Tommy intimately, like a sailor knows the weather. One glance at the blood-red…
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The Good Samaritan: an extract from SMOKE FALL, a work in progress
In early 1942, the Japanese Imperial Army’s expansion across the Pacific was unstoppable. In April, the Allied forces defending The Philippines surrendered, and there began what history knows as The Bataan Death March. Seventy-five thousand soldiers –12,000 Americans, the rest Filipino – were force-marched up the Bataan Peninsula by their Japanese captors to San Fernando, a rail terminal, and…
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So fragile! So strong! So exact! Some moving lines by Joseph Conrad from LORD JIM
I was very anxious, but I respected the intense, almost passionate, absorption with which he looked at a butterfly, as though on the bronze sheen of these frail wings, in the white tracings, in the gorgeous markings, he could see other things… “Marvelous!” he repeated, looking up at me. “Look! The beauty – but that is nothing – look at the accuracy, the harmony. And so fragile! And so strong!…
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Stand-up Comic Tommy Dugdale: Bus timetables get more laughs.
Tommy Dugdale is a stand-up comic. A terrible one. Audiences from Blackpool to Benidorm hate him. Bingo is funnier. Bus timetables get more laughs. The Rosetta stone makes more sense. In his time, he has played every venue there is, from working men’s clubs through holiday parks to stag nights, cabarets and seedy lounges. He’s played everything except a wake and funeral, where the…
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Say What…
“WE’VE GOT THEM JUST WHERE THEY WANT US.” (Report from a British artillery major after the landing at Salerno, 1943; the beachhead he occupied was vulnerable to German guns from the hills.) “GOD HELP US. YOU COME YOURSELF. DON’T SEND JESUS. THIS IS NO PLACE FOR CHILDREN.” (Prayer uttered on the Anzio beachhead, 1944.) Said of Soviet Foreign Minister Molotov during…
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Wabi-sabi is the concept of transience and imperfection; the melancholy beauty of decay. The byways of Osaka are full of it. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmlw9rkSwFF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Smashed to Bits: St. Francis and all his Little Birds and Forest Animals. (From A PIG WITH THREE LEGS)
Smashed to Bits: St. Francis and all his Little Birds and Forest Animals. (From A PIG WITH THREE LEGS)
There was a heavy footfall on the stairs, and Father Dunne, the parish priest, dressed all in black and trailing a smell of holy water and Pall Malls came in The Moonlight Lady. “Give me a frigging double scotch, Sally. What’s the point of it all? Tell me.” “You’d better ask God.” “I did. He said, I don’t frigging know, son. Go and ask Sally Shaw.” “Well, I don’t know, either, Father.” He…
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A wonderful and tranquil oasis in the midst of busy central Osaka. A cosy, basement place called Bar UK. Although it is in notoriously expensive Kita-Shinchi, the prices are very (shockingly!) reasonable. Mr. Arakawa is an old-school gentleman - charming and friendly; and happy to explain the world of whisky to the novice. The bottle on the left is called Darkness because the identity of the distiller is a mystery. (I believe that is the reason - but by that time of the evening I was getting a little pickled). The brand on the right is matured in old Bordeaux wine barrels; and certainly packs a smoky punch. https://www.instagram.com/p/ClvlDeryYzk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
“Don’t!” Alec warned, but too late.
“Don’t!” Alec warned, but too late.
The wind was a steady roar, shaking the trees and blowing rain into their faces. Alec held the Victorian carriage light high. Tommy dug in the earth under its unsteady flicker. And dug. And dug. And dug. But Martin Bullock’s corpse was not there. Instead, three feet below the surface, his shovel hit metal. It was a trap door, rusty with age. Tommy lifted it…
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Drop by Book Café Tsurumomo during the holiday weekend Sept. 17 – 19. 9月の古本とカフェ・ツルモモは、9月17日(土)〜9月19日(祝)の11時〜16時半(9月18日のみ13時〜17時)に営業します！ 大阪市生野区桃谷2-10-19 ギャラリーKONOMURAの1階にて。 鶴橋駅・桃谷駅それぞれ徒歩10分です。 どうぞお越しください！ https://www.instagram.com/p/CidxfdTvQ1l/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Bridge Across Echo Canyon
A chapter from SMOKEFALL, a tale almost done and writ that unfolds through the whirligig of time.
Building a railroad is a complex undertaking that involves the backing of many financiers, the brains of many engineers, the brawn and sweat of many thousands of workers. And the blood of not a few of them. Two or three hundred miles in front of wherever the railhead happens to be at any one time, go the surveyors to map out the route. Behind them, follow the tunnelers, blasting with black…
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