This is a very self-indulgent piece and too, too long!
Save it up, read it when I am gone.
You can have fresh drivel anytime, while I am still around.
This is nonsense.
But once the Aliens had dropped the seed in my brain, it insisted on writing itself.
Though not a poem, I gave John B. Moronigal the blame.
This is a story of eulogy to a fine man, a man known to many in Bearsden as their GP.
Dr William Matheson was the founder of the Auchenhowie Angling Club.
He was also a legendary Hockey Player, a Goalie, playing on and on and on, for anyone who would give him a game.
To celebrate his 7Oth Birthday he bought a new set of Goalie Whites!
Known to friends as Dr Bill, he was ever cheerful, and full of kindly mischief.
‘Astonishing!’ resulted from a challenge at the Writers’ Circus:
‘Describe a Person.’
This piece was originally embedded in the tale called “Just Prawns, John!” and so you may recognise a version of it in that story.
In fact when I made a start at what became ‘Just Prawns’, my aim was to take that John to his encounter with this girl.
The astonishing girl, her mother, and their their meeting with that John did occur, more or less as recounted in these two linked tales.
Perhaps ‘Just Prawns’, in its own way, also describes a person I might know?
This is a collection of mini-tales linked to our caravaning experiences.
I hope they may entertain and perhaps chime with other Caravanners and Campers.
(It is about 6,500 words taking about 30 minutes to read in one session, but you can dip and drop as you wish.)
This is a self-indulgent piece which give an insight into my life and thoughts.
Once I allow myself to lollop words on my tongue and drift of into a reverie, anything can happen.
My defence for this one is that I believe that I am not alone in this business.
I think many of my ilk, men and women, enjoy this form of near madness with me.
This is story about Bertie the Greyhound who was rescued and came to live next door, at No 6.
Bertie has large black searching eyes that look straight into your soul.
He took charge of my tiny mind, quite easily, to make sure he got his message across to you, Dear Readers.
This is what he made me write, verbatim. Honest.
I have put it in Miscellany.
This is a tale of daftness. It is filed in ‘Miscellany’.
We bought a plant as a gift for our friends Jim and Sheila.
It was a Golden Ball Cactus, which we named “Ertika”.
This tiny tale tells of Ertika’s early life, before being homed by Jim and Sheila.