In Secondary School, I came out of my shell. In first year, I would have been about 12, I was a nervous wreck starting “big” school. I had always hung...

Dad once gave my brother Jimmy a telling off because, whilst we were attending a summer party the textile company held for workers kids, Jimmy found a way into the...

Whilst cycling home from a Thursday evening meeting of the air cadets, I approached perhaps one of the most important forks in the highway of my life. I had cycled...

My brother remarked that it was a while since we had gone fishing together; I agreed and reminded him that, with two nippers and me not owning car, fishing was...

While not actually clock watching, my stomach was telling me the end of the shift was not too far off. My wife always had a nice cooked meal waiting and,...

In 1963, after an eventful year in the Merchant Navy as a radio officer, I found a job on the North side of Dublin as a technician in a radio...

The thing I remember most about that journey to boarding school was walking down to the railway station with my father. Nobody had told me anything and everything seemed unreal....

Hands up those who like school dentists! Is there even such a person these days? There certainly was back in the 1940s. Just as the seasons rolled around in the...

Six stone steps ascended to the front door. The brass lion’s head, belatedly recognised as a knocker, had turned a mouldy green. Two panes were missing from the Georgian fanlight....

As I paint, strange shadowy figures emerge, trapped in the central box positioned slightly off centre on the canvas. Leaving analysis until the muse has deserted me, colour is piled...