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A New Direction, Part 5.
If you want to read the story from the beginning, or catch up on parts you’ve missed, it’s all here. *** Davy was struggling to keep his disappointment from spoiling the afternoon. Should have known better he told himself, always … Continue reading
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Tagged boke, Cushendall, fish and chips, Glens of Antrim, GPS, Grimsby, GWR, Jason O'Rourke, Killybegs, Literature, love, masturbation, phone sex, pint, romance, Satellite, Satnav, short story, Siege of Ennis, steak, Waves of Tory, whiskey, WPLongform, writing
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Chadwick at Large, Part 2.
*** Part 2 will make better sense if you’ve read part 1. You can read it here. *** 31st August, 2013. My Dear Readers, I have gone to the dogs! Yes, it’s true. I have, quite simply, let myself go … Continue reading
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Tagged Aintree, Belfast, Bodhrán, bones, buail an craiceann, burgundy, Celts, Cheltenham, Chilean wine, Cockneys, Cromwell, Donegal, Downpatrick races, Edgar Wankel, flat caps, G&T, Gaelic, gambling, greyhound racing, Guinness, Gullible, humour, Irish Music, Jason O'Rourke, Kinder Surprise, Literature, Mayo, merlot, Munchen, Oktoberfest, short story, Skol, Spoon-players, Sport of KIngs, The Silence of the Lambs, Westport, whiskey, WPLongform, writing
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The Cat’s Whiskas
I’ve slept in. Nightmare. Red-eyed and hungover, I jump out of bed. My head is banging and my stomach is full of acid; I might boke yet. In a flash, I recall that there was whiskey last night. We’d been … Continue reading
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Tagged Ardoyne, Belfast, busking, Cat Food, hangover, Irish Music, Jamaica Inn, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, short story, sleeping rough, sliced pan loaf, Tesco, Whiskas, whiskey, writing
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