Diversion: Living with Lorraine, Part 3
Lorraine set me up with an easel in the backroom by the window, with an old blanket down to protect the carpet. She brought it back from one of her […]
Lorraine set me up with an easel in the backroom by the window, with an old blanket down to protect the carpet. She brought it back from one of her […]
To begin with, I thought that Breeders might simply be very funny. The emotion snuck in around the edges, while asking some big questions around the motivation to bring sprogs […]
News! I’ve never had news before. It’s exciting, and also new. I’m delighted to have a short story in the latest edition of Structo magazine, issue 12. I’ve been subscribing […]
You know that feeling that you’ve forgotten to do something? It followed me around the house all day, and it wasn’t until half past five that I realised what it […]
London is full of witches. That’s what Lorraine told me in her yellow kitchen, puffing away at a pungent cigarette. She was my new landlady and we were ‘getting to […]
I’ve started smoking again. Not because I even like it or want to; purely for the excuse. Marina has a strange respect for smoking – she considers it something of […]
I have a good view of the front door from here. Not that it opens much. The glass is coloured and wibbly, so there’s little to see most of the […]
Wednesday’s are usually fairly quiet. Not much going on in the local clubs midweek. Thursday night is another story – Thursday is the new Friday. And the weekends are hideous; […]
The Weir by Conor McPherson at Wyndham’s Theatre Dervla Kirwen made me cry. She was acting at the time. I’ve never cried at the theatre before, so it took me […]
“He’s a total fox.” “What?” “Johnny. He’s so hot.” “Oh.” “Don’t you think so?” “No, it’s not that he’s not handsome…” “But?” “Just when you said it like that. ‘He’s […]