Category Archives: Unreliable memories

“He went over the hedge with Pammie in the car. He was going down Turn Hill.” The story was unsurprising. Pammie was a slim, blonde-haired, blue-eyed head turner. If you were old enough to have had a bank account, you … Continue reading →

Bought in TK Maxx, it is hard to guess the original price of the dressing gown. Red, white, blue, yellow and black stripes, it reaches the calves and is invaluable on a February morning when the darkness outside offers no … Continue reading →

Invigilation – do they still use that word? Invigilation always seemed a good word. People keeping vigil over you, it made them seem like protectors, guardians, rather than the stern figures charged with seeing that you did not contravene any … Continue reading →

The taste of spearmint sweets and all at once it is a Saturday afternoon. Chewing gum was, of course, banned from school. To have a packet of Wrigley’s was not considered as great an offence as having a packet of … Continue reading →

League of Ireland football is comparable with National League football in England. Small clubs rooted in the community with intimate grounds where player and spectator are in close proximity. Sitting in the stand at Richmond Park with sheets of rain … Continue reading →