That fucking phone. I shove it in my pocket but miss and it clatters to the ground, lying in a shiny puddle on the dirty pub floor. Back bent, I lie gasping over my swollen stomach and swing my hand wildly under the table. Locating the puddle I slosh about…

Hello There Another week, another Friday. Another Friday, another IYB Newsletter. Weather the storm and snuggle up with some cozy distractions. Song of the Week I’m Still Standing by Elton John. A song of triumph, resilience, and joy. A song for a Friday. Real name Reginald Kenneth Dwight, Sir Elton John…

I had been asleep at the side of the road for at least a half an hour before I was woken by a very kind and very concerned Dutchman. Climbing out of his car he sounded perplexed through his dense accent, ‘Yhooh lhook likke yhoov hhad an ahkshident.’ Through the…

Hello There Back once again like that smell in your car. What is that? Is it spilt milk? When was there milk in the car? Best not crying over. Let’s ride. Song of the Week Things Will Be Fine by Metronomy. A versatile band graced with the funk and some gripping little ditties…

After a sudden snap the taste of steel was joined by the unmistakable taste of blood. I slowly withdrew the blade from my mouth. Turning on my tent light I sheepishly examined the metal clasp which now hung broken from the knife. In the darkness I had been struggling to…

Conn Duggan took one last look at the barbarous oak that had plagued him since moving into his home. It had stood for God knows how long. Decades before the house’s previous occupant, it was probably an acorn well before he was a boy. Conn laughed at the thought of…