The Irish Tales

In camera meeting : March 8th


Present : December, Tuesday


" Which Month was Friday's father ? Why could he not be left alone in ignorance ? How did he become a Day ? And where is Cal ?"
She was relentless, her eyes burning with passion. She had knocked on the door of my suite and marched in without so much as a "Good evening, pretty boy."

Stalling for time, I replied," Which question do you want answered first?" ...

Hiatus


Many things need explaining now, not the least of which is the Residence, where all Time is regulated, where all the Regulators live and beneath which lies The Pond.

It isn't hard to find the entrance, but getting in is another matter altogether.

On Marylebone High Street in London, there is a Greek restaurant called The Hellenic. Right next door is a small, rather seedy shop, which claims to sell "military antiquities", by which is ...

In camera meeting : 6th March


Present : The Calendarist, December, Tuesday.


As I looked at what Cal had become, I found myself pondering the idea of mortality for possibly the first time in my long existence.

The events of the last week had reduced him to a mere shade of his former self ; weak, pale, shrunken.
The three of us had convened in my suite, there to discuss what must be done, but it became blindingly obvious that Cal would ...

Panic meeting : 5th March


Present : The Yearling, (part-time)The Calendarist, The Months, Tuesday, The Chief Constable of the Chronodogs


Absent through illness : March


The Yearling was, to be blunt, completely pissed.
Dragged out of an opium den after a lunch which lasted three days, he hadn't a clue where he was, who he was or what he was. Or more amusingly, what time it was.

He tried to grope Tuesday the moment ...

Hiatus




The Pond. How to explain it troubles me somewhat, if I'm honest.
It is at once both simplicity itself and yet more complex than Fermat's famous Last Theorem.

Y'see, contrary to popular belief, time does not pass. Nor does it heal. Nor can it be killed, or wasted, or served, or saved, or any of the other cliches.

Time simply is, then it isn't.
And when it isn't, guess what happens to it ?
No ?

Then ...