At one time it would have been deemed an ‘act of God’. That then would be a particularly harsh judgement on the Almighty. The family car was travelling through the night and far from anywhere when Pallop Thachao was caught short. They pulled over to the verge and let him out. He stood beneath an […]
In Camberwell, East, where the money tree grows Bozo was snorting coke straight up his nose Bleary-eyed, belching and spilling red wine Till suddenly he heard his mate, Carly’s sad whine “You’re so vain, Bozo, you filthy aul Turk Why don’t you go find some real honest work. Put away your Johnson, Boris de Pfeffel […]
I hesitated to ascribe the previous story to an ‘act of God’. Not so this one. ‘The hillside was a well-known area for young lovers,’ explained the police chief. ‘Unfortunately it also attracts voyeurs spying on their antics. These three men were peeping toms who liked to hide in an old broken-down hut, in […]
Gerry Monaghan’s Memories 10 Mindful of its gloomy history, I have always regarded the quarry with thoughtful apprehension. Despite this, as an older boy I would go fishing for spricks (sticklebacks) in its clouded, enigmatic waters. The spricks were much bigger here and so more desirable. Later as teenagers, filled with the wild daring of […]
6. Fun of the Fair How bright the light is near the sea! We look down upon the fishing boats lying askew on the shining mud. Above these, the drunken tangle of wayward masts, around which graceful gulls glide, tirelessly wheeling, their hungry eyes questing, forever complaining as if they felt perpetually victimized.