An Offer I Can’t Refuse

It's sometimes nice to be connected. A little while ago the family discovered that we were not a dime a dozen clan but were 'connected'. My wife and daughters completed this online quiz which determined (scientifically) which of the members of the Corleone family you would actually be, in real life and fiction. My three... Continue Reading →

The Tatooist of Auschwitz

A Novel I have only just finished reading this and have gained something from its tale. There was a moment towards the end of the story that I started to feel the tears begin to well-up beneath my glasses. The spectacles are not rose-tinted, but are tainted by the passing years. This meant that I... Continue Reading →

Wise Men Say…

My childhood was dominated by memories of The King. Elvis Presley, Aaron to be more precise. My mother was in love. She was smitten with this hip-shaking, breath-taking, king of Rock and Roll. We were the family from The Commitments who could not conceive that there was anything better than the lip-curling kid from Tupelo,... Continue Reading →

A Life In Cars

I would be lying if I said that this was my first car. I wish it had been. But my car was a Ford Escort Mark 2 and, for a time, it was my stallion of the roads. Coming from a non-car owning family meant that I was not accustomed to the ease and freedom... Continue Reading →

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