1970 – The Great Mouse Murder
I’ve always loved animals. When I was 5, we lived in this flat over a shop. We couldn’t have a dog or a cat; we wouldn’t have been able to afford to feed them anyway, but Christmas day came, and […]
Stories
A brand new day
This was a short story written for the Stourbridge Writers Group. Theme: Autumn Colours and Aliens (either or both) “The transformation England goes through as it moves from its warmest period, Summer, to its coldest period, called Winter, is iconic.”
1976 – The Social worker, the Consultant and the Brain Tumour
Note: Writing this blog or reverse diary makes me realise I’ve never reflected much on what I’ve lived through and usually only through storytelling to others. I’m not writing it in any order, one memory triggers another, but I will
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1977 – Circumcision and Trauma
As I write this disclaimer, I wonder if I’ll ever click publish on this very personal article, one of the hardest I’ve written. It was the beginning of self-loathing, ultimately leading to isolation, esteem issues and depression later in life.
1998 – Up Around the Mountain – a band story
Once upon a time, I was in a Beatles tribute band called the Moondog Beatles. During my 4 years in the band, there were a lot of stories to tell, good and bad, but this is by far the most
1974 – Fire on the 11th Floor
When I was 9, Mom managed to get a job cleaning a few hours a night, a couple of nights a week. It was a rare period during her illness when she was doing better, and, of course, the money
1969 – Mom and my first scar
My mom loved me, I just wanted to state that. I was a difficult kid, hyper, high on coffee, never slept (see coffee) but she was a single mom and with no support. In no way do I condone striking,
1969 – The moon landing
I was 4 years old and standing by the window in the living room next to the black-and-white TV. I’m pointing at the moon in the sky trying desperately to see the moon lander, squinting and asking my mom why
1969 – The break-in
Big things happened when I was 4 years old, things I can’t forget even though the rest is just a blur. It was the year of the moon landing, something that still excites me today, and the year I got