Putting it mildly from Thursday to Saturday the place was a bit of a dive; Comedy for the lowest common denominator followed by what could loosely be described as a disco. Full of middle aged divorcees who’d let themselves go, drunk on Alco pops desperately
And so to the bar, where the turn of the year is celebrated and old friendships rather than the new are cherished and fortified.
This was not my idea of a miracle birth, and yet…
After the wedding we play musical chairs in the garden, “It’s only a bit of fun!” It makes a mockery of our singletons. A children’s game of cruel exclusion. Only in musical chairs is the winner left alone. There is a chair for all but
It’s a love story apparently, or so I’m told. Once in every hundred years it appears on Brigid’s Hill, a town fort in its entirety, outside of the normal passage of time. A hundred years pass in the real world, but for the town folk,
Some kind of industrial accident, that’s the explanation so far in the news. Although broadcasts are few and far between lately. It seems like all the old TV shows are on repeat, the weekly soaps have gone down to just one episode per week. In