Tuesday 3 March, 2015
Today I have added two more pieces.
“Rosemarkie Remembrances” was written to record events associated with caravanning, mostly with our friends Paul and Judy.
“thSecret” is a fictional tale written to record a great memory of bumbling around in Galacia, the Green Coast of Spain.
I practiced my pigeon Italian on the Galacian population with, I think, some success.
Perhaps they only pretended to understand me!
Monday 2 March, 2015
Today I have added a wee poem called “And Fishes Swam”.
This is a bath-time poem for kiddies.
I have also added a self-indulgent, first person piece which hails from many years ago.
Try a few paragraphs of “Footsteps” and see if it grabs you, or not.
Sunday 1 March, 2015
Two additions today, each very different.
I am so pleased that “Dominic the Donkey” has been ‘enabled’ by Susan at Purple Edge Graphics, to allow him to become accessible on this website.
This should pave the way for the other stories that Susan has so meticulously prepared for hard copy printing.
Should you wish a hard copy of Dominic, please complete the contact form and, if the cost is not too high, I will post you a copy.
I hope that “First Day Nerves” will ring true for many Parents and Grand-parents.
Saturday 28 February, 2015
When Margaret and I first started at Strathclyde University’s Centre for Learning in Later Life, we tried our hand at Art.
We fell under the spell of our tutor, Pheona Kerr and then, after a few years, she and her partner David took the plunge, sold up here in Glasgow and went off to Bedogno in Italy to start their venture, “Art Holidays in Italy.
Two years later we went to Bedogno with our friends Jim and Sheila in tow.
I have added two complementary tales, first scribbled on that holiday.
Weigh to Go” and “Lillias Rosa”.
I hope they may raise a chuckle, especially for anyone who has been to Bedogno.
Find out more about: “Art Holidays in Italy”.
Saturday 28 February, 2015
When Margaret and I first started at Strathclyde University’s Centre for Learning in Later Life, we tried our hand at Art.
We fell under the spell of our tutor, Pheona Kerr and then, after a few years, she and her partner David took the plunge, sold up here in Glasgow and went off to Bedogno in Italy to start their venture, “Art Holidays in Italy.
Two years later we went to Bedogno with our friends Jim and Sheila in tow.
I have added two complementary tales, first scribbled on that holiday.
“Weigh to Go” and “Lillias Rosa”.
I hope they may raise a chuckle, especially for anyone who has been to Bedogno.
Find out more about: “Art Holidays in Italy”.
Thursday 26 February, 2015
I have added “Bertram de Verve”.
It is the story of a rescue Greyhound who came to live next door.
I have also added “BabyFace”, a most unlikely tale that might be true.
Wednesday 25 February, 2015
Today I have added a poem about “The Displaced Mouse”.
It is a response to Rabbie Burn’s famous poem, To a Mouse.
In my poem, ‘Frae a Moosie’, that poor wee Moosie of long ago speaks back to the great man.
I have have also added “Songbird”, a novella set around Bearsden.
It is about an ordinary woman, (do they exist?), who finds happiness after tragedy.
Give it a few pages, it might grow on you.
Tuesday 24 February, 2015
Here are two tiny tales that may raise a smile.
“The Parish Assistant” is an off-beat love story, filed in ‘Romance’.
“Luv, Luv me dooo” is the tale of a Golden Ball Cactus called Ertika, filed in ‘Miscellany’.
Monday 23 February, 2015
Another day, another two Bob Martins.
“The Primark Nightie” is a wee poem that might amuse. And it is 100% true.
“Sanctuary” is pure fiction.
It drew a strong negative response from one lady, “who did not care to read this sort of thing”.
Check the tag before you read it.
Sunday 22 February, 2015
Today I have added “Clathic Chorister”, a poem about a Blackbird.
This bird, including his forebears and progeny, have been singing from this same pine tree for thirty years of more, Rita tell’s me. She own’s his garden.
He was chiming his song as I passed below this morning.
And then there is “Glasgow Fair, 1963”.
This is another Glasgow Shipyard tale and if you cannot abide vernacular dialogue and detest swear words, give it a miss.