Goldfish in a Bag and the Old Farm

“Goldfish please sir.” He handed me a triangular shaped plastic bag. I lived on a council estate in Fawdon with me Mam me Dad me two brothers and me Auntie Joan who came to live with us when me Nana died. We had exchanged our house to be near Nana then she went and...

The Quiet Wedding

This story came to me several months ago following a conversation with a lovely couple with whom I was sharing a table in my local micro pub The Dog and Rabbit. I later became good friends and was sad to lose Ian earlier this year. I’ll publish it today to...

Father’s Day, Coal Dust

“I don’t like the other Dad” my brother would whinge as we got on one of three busses My little brother used to think we had two Dads. There was our Dad, the fella that sat at the kitchen table reading the Daily Mirror racing section sucking a short...