Monthly Archives: May 2011

She says she fancies me And Corinne says: She’s fit Frankie slim, great arse, those tight tops that show her belly pierce Corinne winks, Frank says: She’s not a stupid giggler like some, she’s got grey eyes that look at … Continue reading →

At the Hancock Museum it’s dusty, with old windows no proper light they’re supposed to be looking at masks the others are bored, nudging and jostling. Frankie sees a mask, it just has holes for eyes with a long bony … Continue reading →

pulls him, he finds his footsteps take him back to the part of town where the world is different; searching inside for that door. He lingers on the pavement opposite The Dog – a dark haired woman brushes past then … Continue reading →

Nana asks, she’s round for a cup of tea with Dad, she looks at Frank Ye look like a parsnip all long and white. If I was like that when I were a lass I’d soon be put right. Dad … Continue reading →

When Frankie wants to escape he goes swimming – the iPod in his head shuts off -  he needn’t think he sinks into water and swims into the silence of breathing and physical effort. Today the pool is busy he … Continue reading →

The year nines had an exercise in rhyme. A poem, not more than fourteen lines, the theme was open: freedom, love or war and had to use a central metaphor. Frankie’s was the best. His teacher thought it should be … Continue reading →

Paddy can’t wait to leave school. They can’t teach me owt, he sneers. Paddy’s going to do an apprenticeship. He spends his spare time with dad down the garage he can clean a set of spark plugs change the oil … Continue reading →

they’re all watching TV Dad, Paddy, Frankie, Mam and Corinne 100 Golden Comedy Moments an old episode of Are You Being Served – Dad says: Lookit that puff. I’m Free! he copies and makes little steps waving his hand, Paddy … Continue reading →