The Lighthouse, by Agnes Owens ‘Let’s go somewhere else,’ said Megan to her brother Bobby playing on the beach with his pail and spade. ‘Let’s go to the lighthouse.’ ‘I don’t want to,’ he said, without looking up. At three and a half years he had the face of an angel, but his appearance belied … Continue reading Chill with Agnes Owens – The Lighthouse
Where Poppies Bloom Beneath me the earth is cold And cruel with jutting jagged stones Seeped in blood from my gaping wounds, My life is ebbing fast. I see the stretcher bearers pass, they do not hear my cries for help am I condemned to die on this land where birds don’t fly or sing … Continue reading Agnes Owens’ Where Poppies Bloom
This is the text of the Obituary, about Agnes Owens, written by her good friend James Kelman in the Herald Friday 24th October 2014 Agnes Owens - Writer Born: May 1926; Died: October 2014 Appreciation AGNES OWENS had a strength I see as a female strength. It is there in the characters who inhabit her … Continue reading A Strong Fighting Woman – Agnes Owens
It is sad that Billy Connolly has dementia,.... seemingly. What will happen now, if it is true, he will go quietly. He will retire, the Daily Record will tell you. Google Billy Connolly Dementia, and there is a high level of activity from the world searching on that. How scunnered he must be, forgets his … Continue reading Brave
I don't know whether I should be slowing down, in the coming New Year, but I seem to be speeding up, all in the act of keeping my mind voraciously occupied, so it's time for some action. Therefore, thanks to the Sheffield Cowboy aficionado and sometimes writer of tales of the Wild West, Zack Wilson,for … Continue reading The Next Big Thing
I have some fond memories of my brother Patrick. He was beautiful as a child and I cared for him so much. Blondish fairing hair, skinny, cheeky, but as a teenager, often sullen with me. As I was with him. Mostly, Patrick, ran with scissors, in life. As did I. I remember being summoned one … Continue reading Summoned
Fifty one years ago, tonight, he died, my father. He was forty-three. A handsome man It was a Saturday night and I was eight and a quarter. The Beatles were on twice on BBC TV that night, once on Juke Box Jury and later for the first time playing live. Doctor Who was in … Continue reading Shutdown.
I have just watched Limmys Show on BBC iplayer. No 2 of 2 and if No 2 equals shit well that is just about right. I don't know what the ratings are for this, but staying faithfull to Brian Limond after show No 1, and out of loyalty to my son, I'd guess there would … Continue reading Oh Lummy