Er, a series of short stories about ireland ?
This is the introduction to a short story of mine.... Bingo, bongo, in the Congo. "Oh God, the flies ! The eternal flies ! I swear they have followed me here from Mesopotamia. Look ! I recognise that one ! The one with the blue eyes and the quiff !" So spake Julian "Bingo" Jennings, as he sat sipping something soothing at a pleasant café near to the Vatican, one lovely, sunny autumn day. "You were never in Mesopotamia, ...
Corked ! The Lost weekend (Part Two) Before I know it, we are outside on the street, after stepping respectfully around the sleeping body of the red-haired fucker and I am vaguely disconcerted to find that I am accompanied by two Tomases. "Bernie is going to open up the place and let us look for the phone," one of them tells me. Being a little cunning, I smile at the one whilst addressing the other, as it seems the safest way. Tomas ...
Corked ! (The Lost Weekend.) It is a cold and wet Friday in late February, or perhaps it is a hot, sunny day in June ? Who can say ? Not me, for sure. Not after all this time. All I know is that I am on a mission to succour my friend and rival Tomas, who cannot ride to save his life, but now seems to have a cancerous growth in his stomach, even after the poteen cask has been removed. And so I board the silver bird and fly the across the Irish ...
Tomas and Ivor (Part Two) It was a typical September night in Ireland; misty, moist and magnificent. The road to Wellington Bridge from Foulksmills was a single-laner, empty of traffic, but full of demons. "Slow down there, Kate !" yells Ivor. "It’s a tricky bend ahead of you now!". The road refused to comply, carrying on straight as an arrow. "Ah, jesus! Be steady now, darlin’. Big right-hander ...
The Irish Tales,2 : Tomas and Ivor, Part One Night is dropping swiftly over the fields around the house. The horses are being turned out, kicking and squealing and I am bleeding from my left ear and my right arm doesn’t work so good any more. I can still walk pretty well, but it hurts if I try and turn suddenly. I smoke and sniff the air and listen, whilst Tomas and Jay tease each other and David thrusts his hands deeper into ...