Category Archives: Unreliable memories

Perhaps I have written before about John, a friend who was a school teacher who was sat in the staff room of the school in which he taught, laboriously writing reports for the fifty or sixty students to whom he … Continue reading →

Help, help, here come the bears! Why would I remember the theme music of the Hair Bear Bunch? And why, when it’s not the Hair Bear Bunch, is it Banana Splits? Why would I go down the road singing to … Continue reading →

Waking with a persistent cough, I sat up in bed. The congestion didn’t clear, so I got up and walked around. Being upright shifted the irritation. In childhood days, I would not have so easily drifted into such breathlessness. My … Continue reading →

It feels like falling at the final hurdle. Waking on Saturday morning, I felt as if I were suffering an allergic reaction, my eyes were stinging and my throat was irritated. I was convinced it was no more than an … Continue reading →

Leaving the city centre restaurant and crossing the Liffey to walk through Temple Bar to catch the bus back to the flat, there seemed a great gulf between life now and the life of childhood years. Perhaps Somerset was not … Continue reading →