Category Archives: If you only read one …

My favourite posts, ones that mean something or simply speak best for me. I hope you enjoy one or more.

Seeking an armadillo cure, we bring no guns but find a Trigger

Seven in the morning and it’s twilight in the Sunrise café. The curtains are still drawn on the city of Dripping Springs, Texas. City? Population 3000? Whatever. ‘It’s an old building,’ says our waitress, terser than you’d expect. She’s probably … Continue reading

Posted in If you only read one ..., Texas | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

The lip pencil of invisibility. And a grown-up woman’s request for JK Rowling.

Are you fraying round the edges? I’m not too bad, but then I never smoked –  not much, anyway. I did buy two packets of Gitanes when I was at university so I could stick the packets on my wall. … Continue reading

Posted in If you only read one ..., Thinking, or ranting, or both | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 177 Comments

Before the rain

Kids sit on the kerb, poking hot tar with dirty fingers, making scabby stretch marks. Girls with shiny hair drift by in bright sunny dresses, cut with paper patterns from cheap pretty cotton. It’s 1976, the long, hot, summer, and … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction, probably, If you only read one ... | Tagged , | 1 Comment

And the bandoneon played on

Have you ever heard of the bandoneon? It’s an instrument that messes with your head, a kind of accordion, a lethal mental weapon for the emotionally inclined. …I’m standing at the bar. The bartender’s giving me that look and polishing … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction, probably, If you only read one ... | Tagged , | Leave a comment