noticing the large gap between my previous post and the one before that, i suddenly remembered the diaries i used to regularly receive from santa as a kid.  they were as much a fixture of the christmas present list as those other stalwarts, the dandy annual and the cadburys selection pack shaped like a [...]

one day, many many moons ago when we were wee, me and my brother roy were playing an exciting game of star trek. unconsciously echoing the nano-budgets of the TV programme itself, the drama was being played out through the medium of handwritten coded notes which - passed back and forward under the [...]

further to yesterday’s post about george best’s funeral and noting callum best’s emotional reading of the newtownabbey advertiser standard poem sent in to him by a member of the public, i am minded to pay my own tribute in verse form.  from the distant cobweb bedecked corners of my brain, comes the memory of a [...]