I used to do a stand-up routine about a TV show in the UK called Super Vet – the real-life medical exploits of a rock ‘n roll Irish vet called Noel, who seemingly can fix any animal no matter how grave it’s injuries… Been a while since I’ve done but it went something like this……
Living so close to a hospital we are accustomed to blue lights at night as silent ambulances amble past with the ill and infirm. No need for their sirens since there is no traffic required to move aside. But police blue lights are less familiar and so more exciting as happened recently when four police…
I am at an age which means when I am invited to a party, I secretly hope that I cannot attend. I hope for a gig in my diary or something, anything which means I don’t have to attend an event which will be too loud and where I am likely to spend too much…
Late with this blog. Apologies. I have a personal Fame-Dar for when I am recognised. It rarely bleeps these days and why I might be even more attuned to it, as happened recently and with unexpected and possibly sinister undertones. It occurred on a golf course. At the golf club where I have played (badly)…
Another benchmark this week in married life with Paddy heading off to university for his art foundation course leaving his parents’ home alone for the first time in years. Blimey, the opportunities this presents… Never to run out of milk. Or to have milk but for it always to be in the fridge and not…
Apologies for the flurry of golf blogs coming your way – but as you know, my writing reflects my movements… Last night, I was at a posh golf club for a gig. Two hundred people for dinner, after which I was due to stand-up for half an hour and make everyone laugh. A tough job…
Writers hope for many things. Riches of course with bountiful book sales. And awards too, why not? Adaptations for screen and or television. Or a play in the West End or Broadway. Even a musical. The possibilities are endless for writers to dream about. But above all, writers just want to be read. Even if…
With a marriage as long as mine (ours) with four kids raised (almost), naturally, there will be scar tissue that has gathered. Niggles which I will try to demonstrate here and illuminate my life just a little. Heading to some local shops this week to buy food for our evening meal, on getting into the…
I shouldn’t really complain because it’s a phase that all boys go through. Or most boys anyway and me included in my youth. The desire to be ripped like Arnie or Sly because this is what girls are attracted to, right? Mmm… But in my day, my attempt at achieving a phwooooar body (ill-fated) had…
There is a good reason why this blog is appearing on this site and this is about to become clear. That said, I should probably temper my excitement, but dare-I-say-it, I might have stumbled inadvertently upon a breakthrough in my world of book non-sales. A Phoenix might have been clutched from the flames in more…