It was the year of punk that I met Louis Philippe. Well, we never actually met in person; he was my foreign pen pal; he... Read More

This really happened, I have spent years thinking about it and every time I recall it, it makes me feel creepy, scared and sad. Back... Read More

Back in 1982, we owned a bar in the East End of Glasgow. It was the kind of place that Hollywood directors would later spend... Read More

The darkness frightened him. Bombs dropping all over the streets behind his house always made him think that the next whistler was going to land... Read More

“Only one child at a time in the shop please” the old lady standing at the counter shouted. I look round and there was no... Read More

“Rain, always rain, she will get drenched in this weather.” I speak to the glass reflection of myself. I look old. I see where the... Read More