The Mind Box – Part V
(If you missed The Mind Box – Parts 1 to 4 check HERE) CHAPTER 8 Tony Smith was a 65-year-old British bachelor living in Chapelizod. In fact all his ancestors lived there since the time of Cromwell. He lived next door to the Wayward Bridge Pub and was a mean and nasty old man and […]
The Mind Box – Part IV
CHAPTER 6 Irene and Elvis entered the back door to Irene’s cottage. She put the kettle on to make a pot of tea and quickly got changed into her pink house coat. Elvis looked around. “Nice place you got here Irene. Cozy. Any chance I can take a nap? All this excitement has me drained” […]
The Mind Box – Part III
CHAPTER 4 Since most of the story takes place in Chapelizod, I thought it wise to inform the reader of the history of this lovely village. As I’m not a Historian, most of this information was imparted to me from drunken old men in the Wayward Bridge Pub. As I was myself very drunk […]
The Mind Box – Part II
CHAPTER 2 Four miles away, a rather crumpled Private Eye, with a rather crumpled face was sucking the last of the cold coffee from his crumpled flask. His name was Fever Stairwell and he was keeping a close eye on 459 Main Street, Chapelizod, Dublin.
Recycling in Hollywood
With the relative success of the current trend in Hollywood of re-making classic (and not so classic) films, the executives in the television industry are looking to try something similar. However, with the huge backlash from die-hard Battlestar Galactica fans over the new show, they’re hesitant to just re-invision and re-make a series, but rather, […]
The Mind Box – Part I
PROLOGUE The white fridge stood humming in the corner of the dirty old kitchen. The fridge, called Gerald, had seen many strange things in the last 30 years: as they are of no interest to humans or this story, we will quickly move on.
My Muse appeared at my bedroom window. She carried a switchblade which she used to scrape along the Payne very, very, slowly.
Simon Inchpipe stood at the top of his class. His eyes darted nervously around the room and he could feel his forehead perspiring. His Teacher hushed the class and Simon began to speak… “What I did on my summer vacation by Simon Inchpipe aged 12&3/4. When the bell rang for the summer vacation, I grabbed […]