An insight into the life of a modern entrepreneurial Glasgow girl depicted in a stream of consciousness telephone monologue.
Delivert in Glasgow vernacular, so it is!
Drew our seven year old grandson was heading for footie training but he had lost his gloves.
Reluctantly he choose another pair from the Hat and Glove box but he was not happy.
This is a tale which tells what transpired.
This madcap tale was written in response to a Writers’ Circus challenge which gave us the theme:
UNBELIEVABLE
Read on, every word is true!
This second ‘shaggy dog story’ came to mind and demanded to be written.
Read it over morning coffee, why don’t you?
This story was started while we were visiting the Rosemarkie Caravan Site in July 2022.
The piece is in response to a Writers’ Circus challenge to write ‘a shaggy doggy story’.
There are dolphins most days at Chanonry Point which juts out into the Moray Firth.
Read on and learn what happened one day in July.
Fankle is a Scottish word, meaning ‘in a tangle’.
This is a story written in response to the Writers’ Circus challenge for February 2021 on the theme of “a secret”.
The story came easily because it is based on fact, an experience recounted to us by close friends shortly after it happened to them, while events were fresh in their minds.
Of course I have done what tellers of such tales often do, I have extemporised to spin you a confection.
Although not my original intention, I think this story offers an insight of tenement living in a posh ‘wallie” close in Glasgow’s West End of that time.
(wallie = ornately tiled)
This piece is a record of the “Toast to the Lassies” address I gave to the Mackintosh Choir Zoom Burns Supper on Wednesday 3 February 2021.
It is offered as a ‘written’ version in a PDF which is a slightly expanded version of the ‘spoken’ version included as an MP3 file.
This address was confected from a variety of Wikipedia entries and yes, I am able to say I am regular supporter of Wikipedia which, with all its many faults, is a wonderful resource.
This little confection is based on a series of events which happened to friends shortly after they
moved to live in a luxury flat.
Yes, I confess: as written it is an exaggeration of the original but I hope it might make you smile
over morning coffee.
Our grandson Ethan is in primary 3 and was asked to write a story about a spy, as an exercise in
creative writing.
Here is his story, complete with his own illustrations.
About a year ago, Ethan got the reading bug and has become a voracious reader.
At school a few weeks before this story, he began a project about The Vikings.
When the topic was first introduced, Ethan was already well informed. Invited to tell the class what he knew about The Vikings, he launched into a ‘lecture’ which prompted his teacher to say,
“Well, if anyone needs to know anything about The Vikings, just ask Ethan”.
Thank you Ethan for giving me permission to publish your story on my website.
I have fond memories of living in Pollokshaws, in our single-end.
Here is a tale which conflates a few different memories all true.