Pie-eyed in Holloway

Promise was that I should homeward from The Flounder myself deliver; ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Pie-eyed in Holloway at The Whittington with misgivings. With apologies to Aldous Huxley Everybody's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer. W. C. Fields In the late nineteen-eighties, early nineteen-nineties, the … Continue reading Pie-eyed in Holloway

Living on bodhrán time

Thursday evenings at 20.00, we applaud the NHS, it’s the new normal. I’ve stood in the back garden, I’ve stood on the front porch, I've clapped, I've rung a bell. Yesterday evening I stood on the front doorstep and played a bodhran solo. My wrist hurts now... But it was worth it! Thank you NHS, … Continue reading Living on bodhrán time