I got my bike when I was eight or nine. My bike was at least second hand, if not third. It was my sister’s before it was mine; and before it was hers it probably belonged to a cousin. It was green. It was big and bulky, unlike my best-friend-next-door’s bike which was pink and… Continue reading My bike
Tag: Reminiscing
When I was young: favourite teachers
I’ve talked about the teachers who were monsters and monstrously unfair; maybe I should also talk about the ones who made a positive difference, the ones I remember fondly. Mrs Winehouse: She was side referenced in my Pink Lady story. My Year 1 teacher, the one who worked out I wasn’t deliberately being disruptive, I… Continue reading When I was young: favourite teachers
When I was young: School Duties
My primary school duties didn't begin and end with singing at funerals. There were other tasks those of us in our final year did as a kind of community service for the school. Some were minor, like setting up the boom box and pressing play on the cassette with the marching music that signalled the… Continue reading When I was young: School Duties
When I was young: Singing at a Funeral
I went to a faith-based primary school. My school premises contained the school buildings, playgrounds, a pool, but also a church, a convent for the nuns, and a presbytery for the priests. Yes, it really was the school that had everything. The church was also my local church where I went most Sundays with my… Continue reading When I was young: Singing at a Funeral
Walk the Lines (5 or 28 or The Final)
The day after our Heathrow walk dawned fine, and our legs were not particularly sore or achy. We had discussed it the day before but all the signs combined correctly to confirm it. "Let's do this," we agreed. "Let's walk the last stretch today and finish this thing." And so it was, around 9 a.m.… Continue reading Walk the Lines (5 or 28 or The Final)
Tales from Tobhamhor 