by Derek | May 28, 2016 | Saturday Sonnet, Writing
‘process’ I sit before a screen devoid of words and wait for something smart to come along. Ideas, skittish as a flock of birds, are steadfastly withholding their sweet song. This moment – now – the doubt begins to speak Of how the things you write are...
by Derek | May 21, 2016 | Saturday Sonnet, Writing
Having spent the weekend at CrimeFest, I’ve become familiar with the dangers… So, in tribute, I wrote a Sonnet… <Insert Obligatory Somewhat Buzzed Publication day Gin & Beer Pic> On The Dangers of Believing What Authors Tell You...
by Derek | May 14, 2016 | Saturday Sonnet
‘taste’ “You can’t do Jeffrey Dahmer” says the voice Inside my head that censors what I say “A gag about a cannibal?” “My choice” I counter then begin to tap away. Til inspiration blinds me as It glints Into a scene in Woody Allen’s head That features several...
by Derek | May 9, 2016 | Music
Yes, it’s that time of year. Tomorrow, the Eurovision Song Contest Starts. Or, as I like to think of it. The Gay Hajj. Like the Hajj, it involves going to countries you’ve never ordinarily been anywhere near, enduring hours of tedium in the hope of a religious ecstacy...
by Derek | May 7, 2016 | Memories
My mother loved Fashion. More than fashion – which was prone to lapses of taste unacceptable to her – she loved STYLE. She grew up in Dublin at a time when most people were intensely proud and incredibly poor. Money, when it was there, was for essentials. Essentials...
