by Derek | Apr 17, 2016 | Uncategorized
“There’s something wrong with Sandra,” said her mum As Sandy Sat and hugged a Prada Bag “She’s quiet nowadays; morose and glum And has a tendency to lose her rag. Since Yves, that French boy, left, she’s been this way Cos...
by Derek | Sep 5, 2015 | Food
Some debate, recently, around when Autumn starts: Is it immediately after the end of August, or does the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness kick in the September Equinox (23rd, this year)? For me, it feels like it started this week. It’s been the saddest summers...
by Derek | Sep 2, 2015 | Writing
I come from a story telling people. The Irish – the Celts – didn’t retain their personalities, their cultures, for as long as they did by simply painting themselves blue and waving their arses at invaders*. They did it by telling stories; by turning the everyday...
by Derek | Aug 29, 2015 | Writing
Write. Your whole life. Tell Stories to your family, to your friends and – sometimes – to total strangers. Write one of these stories down. Write another. Write a book. Read it. Decide it’s not very good. Write another. And another. Read this one. Laugh. A lot. Decide...
