The Irish Tales

Second Life (14)
"There is nowhere more distant than the recent past." Who said that, I’m sure it wasn’t me ?*
Whatever, it’s absolutely true. I only have the vaguest inklings about things that happened in the last five or so years, but I distinctly remember a hot sultry evening in August, circa 1986.
I remember the tension, the sweat pouring from my brow into my eyes, how I blinked rapidly to clear my vision, then drew back from the shot, wiped my face and re-chalked ...

To those who have noticed the silence from this quarter lately and contacted me, all is well.

I've simply been busy on other stuff like taking enough medicine to stay awake and constructing my very own website.

(I've finally had to acknowledge the modern era.)

SL will resume very shortly and thank you all for your good wishes.

Archie

Second Life 13 (Part two)
　
Our chartered plane had been grounded in Manilla with engine trouble and the local production company had hastily sent out another one.
It was not, however, approved by our oil company.
Like all global concerns, they had very strict H&S rules and their employees could only travel on boats, planes or trains certified and approved by them.
There were supposed to be five of us flying – myself, my art director Geoff, our client Pons ...

Second Life (13) Part 1
　
　
As you can see, I ain’t superstitious. Not much, anyway.
I may make the sign of the cross now and then before embarking on some risky business like crossing the road at rush hour or handing over my debit card when I know I’m well over-drawn, but that’s religion, not witchcraft.
(You may debate the difference elsewhere, please.)
Even so, even so.
I still clutched my lucky knee-slider* before the start of last year’s ...

Second Life (12)
　
"Damn. I wish I hadn’t done that." Regrettably, we all have at some point in our lives. Opened one’s mouth too soon, posted that letter, sent that email or text; written in haste, in anger or intoxication. (Usually the last, in my case.)
Only to awake the next day with an inexplicable feeling of impending doom, which rapidly became quite explicable as the events of the previous night came hurtling back.
It’s even more common these days, ...